Sad Story (Refix)

(albüm: Memories - 2018)

Sad story, might find it boring
Lost his mum to a drug 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 to
Just a brother whom I know was a dodgy fuck

Later on, second school and
You would 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
He tried to hard to fit
And never grew out of it

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

Never left his hometown
That's what probably did it
Never saw the other worlds
So he didn't want to go and get it
Occupied by fitting in where minds
Are small west, small things
Make these small kings feel so tall

Will he ever change?
Well apparently
He reapplied for college and was waiting for his grades
Would that 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 light's out, a night out
Brothers in town, some doubt, a few fights now
Now kicked out clubs, shit the sun's up
One look's 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 girl's man decides to clench his fists

And then he threw and missed
Brother's 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
Twenty-one years of age
How many lives must go to waste?
As far as graves
Until I see some fucking change
And I don't even know how
We continue to
Fight one another now

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

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