Sad Story (Refix)

Sad story, might find it boring
Lost his mum to a drug named ******
Father's gone, so grandma's left with everything
Two grandkids and a daughter's coffin
I never really knew him when he was growin' up
But I assume that it was a little ****ed
No parents for him to look up to
Just a brother who I know was a dodgy ****
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 ****
I used to think he was dead
Tried to hard to fit
And never grew out of it
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably givin' up , givin' up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of love, out of luck
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably givin ' up, givin' up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of love, 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, ** ** 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 ****, 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 ****ing 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<比如>sometimes i forget, 不太合理了<比如>when i see death<比如>