George

He was a troubled boy

Kept up with smoking rather than good grades

I tried to be his savior

He wasn't looking for any prayer

He just kept on running, running from the law

I tried to call him down

He wasn't ready to turn his life around

George, what the hell are you doing?

You can be tough all you want

It doesn't change the facts

That at the end of the day,

Nobody has your back

But me kid, and if you want to keep pushing me aside

I'll get out of your life

He reached out for help

Begged me to stay with him

I found keys of cocaine

Wrapped up in his pain

George, what the hell are you doing?

You can be tough all you want

It doesn't change the facts

That at the end of the day,

Nobody has your back

But me kid, and if you want to keep pushing me aside

I'll get out of your life

We buried him last weekend

His parents haven't been the same

I tried to be his friend

Unfortunately it didn't save him in the end

George, what the hell are you doing?

You can be tough all you want

It doesn't change the facts

That at the end of the day,

Nobody has your back

But me kid, and if you want to keep pushing me aside

I'll get out of your life