When I was only 9 years old I had a lawyer's mouth But without the law or without the education or motivation I knew what I wanted to be (wanted to be) Even though each year it never was the same vocation I started getting older I took it on myself To find out why I'm the way that I am But I can't find a conclusion Though I think I'm getting closer I know I'm getting closer My whole wall is filled with posters My whole life is filled with posters I used to be outspoken doing anything for someone's attention And when that changed I guess you thought That I was no longer me Although I finally found me So take the other bodies And put them by your TV You'll make real friends quickly But not me