“The good die young. They be the first ones to leave.”
And they don’t come back, no matter how much we plead
No matter all the days we spend begging on our knees
No matter all the nights we stay up sacrificing sleep
No matter all the pain we feel, regardless of how deep

You could give up everything and you still won’t see them breathe
You could even sell your soul but their tongue will never speak
You could pray for peace but It’s rest you’ll never receive

No matter what we do, it’s a change we’ll never see

Thoughts and prayers are nice but it’s hopeless and it’s bleak