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Anonymous headaches and years of wrong

Taught him he’d either have to die or stay strong

Barely surviving on the streets

Same old patterns he’d always meet

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At sixteen he decides to leave his home

Spent all his money on dope and coke

Now, low in the mind and nothing in the pockets

He’s sitting on the bench, thinkin’ will he even make it



He could still picture his mother’s cry

And he left the door, and said fuck you, die

No job, no money, stealing the food

Getting fucked by the law for his attitude



Thought he’d set example, thought it would be cool

Be a leader and take charge and tell em’ what to do

Slowly walked away on the cold winter day

Turned again to his friends as they said fuck you



Wish he could start over a brand new life

Cause he’s too weak now to end it with a knife

Nothing to do, no one feels sorry for you

When this is how you decide to waste your life