Lyric Living in Miami

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