I'm picking brand new habits of self-esteem,
Of calling myself "man" instead of "a boy."
And I know the difference between growing up and growing out.
I can't believe I finally see the reason why I wanted to leave.
This loft is a book. Our old home was a schoolhouse.
I didn't learn much besides crying out loud.
I'm writing new pages. I'm writing new chapters.
Because being a new being's the hardest thing to be.
This is my own personal declaration.
I am not resigning, I'm re-signing a pact
That I made when I was twelve,
When I didn't talk to people, I scared myself,
But I don't now.