little boy lost

There’s no late starts  
no second chances  
all cold at heart  
the pied piper never dances  
don’t listen to his tune or the words of a clown  
they only misconstrued, only drag you down  
tryna sell a life, an image, a disguise  
but look a little closer, see they’re dead behind the eyes.  
 
Little boy lost  
no one to look up to  
brought up by the street  
never told “I love you”  
pushed around, picked on  
he learned to trust no one  
Nothing of value, he knows only cost  
not of the price to pay for this little boy lost.  
 
A sign saying” victim”  
to be used and abused  
not the image he’s depicting  
to trap the weak and confused  
He sells them a life he so eagerly bought  
teaching them things that school never taught  
Looking successful while out conscripting  
impressing the kids, who hold signs saying “victim”  
 
Fooled by the Clown  
with  glittering gold  
champagne for the fallen  
who do as they’re told  
living for the moment, in the pocket of debt  
on a one way ticket to a place called regret  
Acting the big fish in a one horse town  
over  compensating for the fact he’s the Fool not the Clown  
 
Leading the dance  
with an army in tow  
still being ordered which way they can go  
Locked in the game, now there’s no going back  
only condemning others down this one way track  
Stacking the deck and calling it chance  
playing the fiddle while leading the dance  
 
Now he thinks he has it all  
but just everything to lose  
when the crumbs continuously fall  
the rats pretend to be amused  
Poison is the cure, with a needle in the arm  
wolves in sheep’s clothing have him sitting in their palm  
Only the Devil knows the truth, I wonder if he heard the call  
they  took everything, now there’s nothing left at all  
 
Little boy lost  
lying lonesome in his grave  
thought he was the master  
died no more than a slave  
buried like a king in the Clowns very own parade  
but dead men don’t make money and memories soon fade  
Live by the sword, die by the sword, he paid the price, now he knows the cost  
A criminal, a gangster, a bad man, an offender  
Still just a victim, just a pretender, always was a little boy lost  
 
There’s no late starts  
no second chances  
all cold at at heart  
the Pied Piper never dances  
don’t listen to his tune or the words of a clown  
they only misconstrued, only drag you down  
tryna sell a life, an image, a disguise  
but look a little closer, see they’re dead behind the eyes  
There’s no late start  
no second chance  
say “no” when the Devil asks you  
if you wonna take a dance  
They’re trapped in a life, they can’t get out  
bitter that you can, try to fill your head with doubt  
songs and jokes to restrict or confuse  
offer the world, tell them you don’t want it, tell em “fuck you, I refuse!"  
 
by Danny Carr