There he goes, there he goes
Burning off his toes on the concrete
Heart of the forest of stone,
Its trees of cement and steel
Stretching high, scraping the sky
Of black and blue just like your skin
When the pavement hits you.
It cuts you, fucks you, breaks you in two,
But stopping is the one thing he don't know how to do.
To him, nothing matters, he'll just run on through.

This is what it's like to be a newb.

Look at her, look at her
So fast that she burns though the things
In her way, in her life, like the edge
Of a razor-sharp blade of a knife
Made of sweating, bleeding, breaking skin
Stretched thin, stuck within, in between the
Lines of insanity and a sport, or more a way of life.

This is what it's like to be the best.

Oh my god, oh my god.
The kid lying on the ground,
I think he's okay, but he doesn't make a sound.
Did he fall, did he jump, is he dead, what the fuck
Was he doing up there? Oh, wait, he's waking up.
"What the hell, where am I?"
"Jesus, kid, I thought you died!"
So he got up, ran home, sent his bony ass to bed,
And waited, for it'll start all over again.

This is what it's like to be tricked by yourself.

"You can do it, you can do it!"
The children scream and shout
As I climb up higher to see what it's about.
High up atop the roof of their elementary school
"I'll take a picture," one says, "It'll be so cool!"
"No, wait, it's too high!" but instead it's too late,
He already leapt, and I can feel the ache
Of his bones and his dream, both shattered now,
'Cause the he jumped, and fell, and crushed his life on the ground.

This is what it's like to die for a dream.

But worry not, worry not,
For life goes on. No matter what goes wrong,
Just keep jumping, climbing, and running away.
Hour after hour, day after day,
Strengthening the feeling that will never go away.

This is what it's like to be a boy like me,
Wild, careless, and running free

From Deviantart. Awesome.