It’s all one big mess

Could have never guessed

He is on his edge

On his very last

And now it’s getting late

And he will say

I guess that I best be on my way

Nothing seems to bother me

The way it really should

I can’t stand an ugly thought

I’ll think of something good

And every time you turn away

And think of something bad

I can’t help but wonder

Why you’re so upset

He looks so alive

He’s all dead inside

Of his broken heart

Only losing cards

He won’t win a game

Says it’s all in vain

When it’s good it’s luck

Says he’ll suck it up

Time after time

He’s gonna waste

All his precious time

He won’t see

He won’t learn