Songs I Write

The Kid

Message:
That's not it.
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I see a kid down the road, and he's crying, crying
I see the kid pull up his sleeves and he's trying, trying
She has a future but they ain't buying, buying
Me, I'm just trying to live this life that I want to love, I'm trying

But that kid says it's too much
Says it's too much
God, I hate that bunch
And she says her life's screwed up
You don't even know what
God, I've had enough
Is it too late to give up, give up?
Is it too late to be early on the way up?

I'm struggling and juggling a crippling depression on my left side
And anxiety controls as the empire falls behind
Everybody here goes opens up a beer on the coast, live the life
And I'm just existing, wishing I was sitting all alone, just I

But that kid says it's too much
Says it's too much
God, I hate that bunch
And she says her life's screwed up
You don't even know what
God, I've had enough
Is it too late to give up, give up?
Is it too late to be early on the way up?

But that kid says it's too much
Says it's too much
God, I hate that bunch
And she says her life's screwed up
You don't even know what
God, I've had enough
Is it too late to give up, give up?
Is it too late to be early on the way up?

But that kid says it's too much
Says it's too much
God, I hate that bunch
And she says her life's screwed up
You don't even know what
God, I've had enough
Is it too late to give up, give up?
Is it too late to be early on the way up?

Is it too late to give up, give up?
Is it too late to be early on the way up?
Is it too late to give up, give up?
Is it too late to be early on the way up?

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