The Life And Times Of Society's Finest

It's best to give up while you're young;
Saves everyone from disappointment.
Those 'oh-so-casual' glances
Caged behind their hands.

They don't know you - You don't know them.
Let's keep it like that, shall we?
Grooming, pruning and forever tuning
And at the end even the mirror shies away from what you've become.

Oh dear, look at that one,
Her heart was just ripped out and thrown on the floor.
Standing there in rags and her eyes are sobbing.
Won't anyone please show her the door?
(Before she comes back wanting more)

And I can't bear to think of that one
Standing in the corner over there.
"I heard she eloped-"
"-I heard she ran off."
A stain on the existence of society.

Their words are like daggers,
Their eyes are like spears
And soon we'll all be pinned to the wall.
Executioners could have never had a stranger design.

You gotta be tough to live in this world - 
Only the strong survive.
So wrap yourself in cotton wool
And you'd better pray that you make it out alive.

The social outcasts, the branded misfits -
Such fine examples of people who don't belong.
Society's highest have gold running through their veins
And their hearts are like stone and lead.

So it really is best to give up while you're young;
Saves everyone from disappointment.
But if, perchance, you survive this life or the next
You can prove that you're worthier than some.