Some are down, full with nothing but depression
Drinking so they can finally cancel the recollection
Hitting up them drugs, due to the lack of those hugs
The heart got no love, to school with bullets to plug
Smoke that crack, just to deepen their own mind set
Trying to open doors, while stalking on the internet
Looking at naughty picture of confused teenagers
Uh-oh there goes his pager, another bet he wagers
At the Casino, about to sell his soul to the Devil
Just to get a little cash, but still he becomes a rebel
Slowly he’s going skitsofrantic, hard to track it
Starving to death, looks almost like a ***** addict
That’s it I’ve had it, make a few small adjustments
Don’t speak ill, why should you cast your judgment
When you don’t know who the hell is really right
All you ever think if its out of place its out of sight
You must never give up, you must never give in
After your done, repeat the process over again
A never ending procedure, unless you give up
Only then do you loose, then you really get stuck
Teresa was a girl perfect of beauty and wisdom
But everything she did was just a joke or pun
Jealousy was in every vein of every girl in reach
Make them bite their tongue and grit their teeth
She ain’t got the money but does have the looks
A damn genius, every night she hits those books
Ain’t no boy asked her out yet, so she plays safe
Maybe she’s not pretty enough, wanting a date
Next morning, puts on sweat pants and a low cut
Showing off her 36C bra, and some of her butt
Gonna give those guys what God gave to her
Was it the same girl, because they weren’t sure
Ever since then she’s been with 10 other guys
And all those relationships had eventually died
She got what she wanted but backfired in her face
Just like every guy, she just had to have a taste
You must never give up, you must never give in
After your done, repeat the process over again
A never ending procedure, unless you give up
Only then do you loose, then you really get stuck
The moral of the story is to be put real simple
What you desire can be put out like a candle
Bang, Pow, Boom, stuck back into your room
Feeling nothing but gloom, or certain doom
You gave up too easily, you just had to quit
Acting all emo, clear you head and get a grip
Its easier to die than it is to live in reality
Just get off your ass, and fix your personality
Fight whatever demons you have to move on
May you never loose, hope they ain’t just pawns
If you give up then you might as well stop
For living without a purpose, is to only rot
You must never give up, you must never give in
After your done, repeat the process over again
A never ending procedure, unless you give up
Only then do you loose, then you really get stuck
The Midwest Arsonist