You Think You've Got It Tough? Shut your mouth.

Yes, I remember the time you cried about your Grand-dad's death,
The ways you tossed and turned at night, weeping your regrets.
I remember when that Player went and broke your soft heart,
The tears that fell and the messages which kept telling me "That sluts a Bitch”.
The whispered secrets behind the school gate's door,
Telling me how much you want that bastard back for more.
The moans and groans of homework that you hadn't done,
Just so that you could go to some prep's house for fun.
And yet again the flood of tears threatened to drown me,
As you cry rivers of salt, saying how hard it was to be strong when obviously you're not.

Well sweet-heart, I was that shoulder that you would always have to cry on,
your haven of peace and shelter from life's mild storms.
I'm not gonna be there forever with you,
just to be the right-hand man and not take life on with pride.
I understand that life is hard for you at every turn you take,
but too bad for you that it’s not as bad as you say.

Sure, your family member is dead,
but is there anyone's who hasn’t?
Well honey, Players have to get their names from somewhere.
I know that girls a bitch but amazing she ain’t the worst.
It’s just plain stupid if you want to go back to the one who friggin broke your heart.
You could have left the party earlier and been a bit responsible,
Instead you waste your time and life on booze and pills and bright sharp knives.
Oh dear the life you lead can surely not be trying,
If half the time you live on what you built from lying.

So I'll warn you one last time, before I bid fare well,
You must get your act together or like a tree be felled.
Its only a matter of time until you reach the dead-end,
Anticipated by many, but only those with years well spent.

So good-night, fare well, and tally ho, I wish you much needed luck,
To change your spoiled perspective on life,
So that when Fate finally throws all its got at you,
You'll find advantage in your dice.