He didn't fit in he always felt rejected   His father hit him and made him feel defective   He got a bottle   It seemed to take the pain away   He's only 15 and he don't know any other way   Always searching, never felt like he belonged   Always hurting, always told that he was wrong   He left home, the streets looked safer   All alone except a quart of Schaffer   All alone and nowhere to go   He feels at home at the punk rock show   And when he's hanging out with his crew   He's living on the streets of Miami   He'd rather die than go home to his family   And that's what he'll do   He doesn't want your pity   Miami can be a cruel city   He's always ready for a fight   He doesn't want your sorrow   Don't wanna think about tomorrow   He only wants to make it through the night