[Verse 1]
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 growin' 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

[Pre-Chorus]
I used to think he was a dick
He tried to hard to fit
And never grew out of it

[Chorus]
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 luck, out of luck