twenty first of march
the birth of a boy
destiny awaits him

that day
that fateful day
its been Fifteen Years now
and i still don't know

that im just a little brat
i dont know my place in the world or anywhere else
pretending i am mature
but thats a front, i dont get anything

Fifteen Years Old Man
feels like a century instead
Fifteen Years Old Man
but still just a kid

days go by in a whim
a month then a year
cant keep track of the time

i tell those boys and girls
like an arrogant sage, "young ins these days now"

how hypocritical of me
theyre wiser and smarter and knows better than me here
but i cant help but act dumb
cause im a dick, thats just who i am

Fifteen Years Old Man
self centered prick no one likes
Fifteen Years Old Man
maybe i should change

no way, i like me, hes a cool new funny guy
even if he does some bullshit
he is what i am, the only person who knows that i should stay as myself
(no way, ill stay as myself till the end of time)

Fifteen Years Old Man
even if im an idiot
im a Fifteen Years Old Man
so im happy just with that
(FIfteen Years Old, im Fifteen Years Old so im fine)

Fifteen Years Old Man
feels like a century instead
Fifteen Years Old Man
but still just a kid.