Sad Story (Out of Luck) [Burak Yeter Remix]

A sad story, might find it boring, lost his mum to a drug named Heroin
Father's gone,
so grandma's left with everything,
two grandkids and a daughter's coffin
I never really knew him when he was growing up
But I assumed that it was a little fucked
No parents for him to look up to just
a brother whom I knew was a dodgy fuck
Shit, I used to think he was a dick
Tried too hard to fit
And never grow out of it
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
No, he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
(...)
Never left his home town that's what probably did it
Never saw the other worlds that he didn't want to go and get it
Occupied by fitting in where minds
A small west, small things make the small things feel so tall
Will he ever change? well apparently
He reapplied for college and was waiting for his grades
It wouldn't help his case
Oh, I couldn't ever say
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
No, he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
(...)
And now he's locked away twenty-one years of age
How many lives must go to waste?
as far as graves until I see some fucking change
And I don't even know how
We continue to
Fight one another now
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck