I thought I was shatter-proof Until I saw my first bruise. I was scared for a while, Then I ordered some more booze. As I took the first sip Suddenly ten years passed by And I wondered again "What's my purpose in this life?" What can I do when everything real fades away? I could ignore it, but I rather lead the way, 'Cause I'm just a loner and I'm not a hero But I guess I could pretend. It seems getting old is falling from grace. I thought I was shatter-proof Until I saw my first bruise. Now I'm proud of my scars Like a kid with shiny shoes. Oblivious to painless threats, My joy has always endured Since I got to forget Everything I though I knew. When the landscape looks so stark Than even the light looks dark. When you don't know who you are. You just need a little spark.