[Verse 1]
A 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 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

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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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 could never ever say