A sad story
might find it boring
Lost his Mum to a dru
named heroin
Father's gone, so Grandma's
left with everything
Two grandkids and
a daughter's coffin

I never really knew him
when he was growing up
But I assumed that
it was a little fucked;
No parents for him
to look up too
Just a brother whom
I knew was a dodgy fuck

Later on, second school and
You will probably call us friends
But a more appropriate word
is a social acquaintance
Cause if I'm honest
I never really gave a shit

I used to think he was a dick
Tried too hard to fit
And never grow out of it

Now he don't talk too much
talk too much
He's probably given up
given up
I think he's had enough
had enough
Cause he ran out of luck
out of luck

Never left his home town
That's what probably did it
Never saw the other worlds
That he didn't want
to go and get it

Occupied by fitting
in where minds
A small west, small things
Make the small things
feel so tall

Will he ever change?
Well apparently
He reapplied for college
and was waiting for his grades
It wouldn't help his case
Oh, I couldn't ever say

Now he don't talk too much
talk too much
He's probably given up
given up
I think he's had enough
had enough
Cause he ran out of luck
out of luck

Now he don't talk too much
talk too much
He's probably given up
given up
I think he's had enough
had enough
Cause he ran out of luck
out of luck

But wait my life's out
a night out
Brothers in town
some doubt
A few fights, now kicked
out clubs, shit the suns up
One looks all it took
for his girl to cuss
at another

Dudes being dudes
They blow at the chest
to impress these breasts
That'd just started
this mess
They must protect
the damsel in distress
So other girls man decides
to clench his fists

And then he threw and missed
Brothers hit, as did his
Dropped him quick
then one kick to the head
Oh shit other man is dead

Now he don't talk
too much, talk too much
He's probably given up
given up
I think he's had enough
had enough
Cause he ran out of luck
out of luck

Now he don't talk too much
talk too much
He's probably given up
given up
I think he's had enough
had enough
Cause he ran out of luck
out of luck

And now he's locked away
21 years of age
How many lives will go to waste?
As far as graves
Until I see some fucking change

Oh, and I don't even know how
We can change it too!
I want another life

Now he don't talk too much
talk too much
He's probably given up
given up
I think he's had enough
had enough
Cause he ran out of luck
out of luck

Now he don't talk too much
talk too much
He's probably given up
given up
I think he's had enough
had enough
Cause he ran out of luck
out of luck

Life is so precious well
Sometimes I forget, but hell
When I see death