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The Jackson Files: is life over at 17
Song: IS THIS THE END? (AT THE AGE OF 17) : MEst
Jackson was walking by a park, his guitar slung over his back, when he heard the sound of destruction. He looked to where the noise was coming from and saw a kid about his age with one of those wooden swords beating the hell out of the air and wooden post. Perspiration sliding down his face and his blonde hair all over the place.
Jackson stopped and leaned against the fence to watch him.
He had seen the kid here many times before, even though it wasnt
his usual scene. One time he followed him home when his curiosity got the best of him and was surpised to find out he wasnt even
from the neighborhood, instead he was a richie. Living in the big times. After that Jackson seemed to see the boy all the time. One day, on accident, they met and sort of became friends. Jackson learned that his name was Devon, and that he would come here to let off steam. He had other friends here also. Devon had invited Jackson to
come over to his house one time and he accepted. That was the day jackson found out rich kids had problems too.
Is my family falling apart or has it already
And is my life falling apart because I'm not ready
to live in this world all alone
I'm not a man just a boy going through life
the best the best that I can
Devon listened through the walls as his parents fought yet again. The hated trophys on his wall rattled as his father threw something against the wall. Devon closed his eyes tight and wrapped his pillow around
his ears to drowned out the crying of his mother and the yelling. A few more months was all he had and he would be on his own, but then what would he do. He wasnt ready to do anything on his own. His mother had pampered him all these years and there wasnt anything he could do that the maids didnt jump to do for him.
Everything that he had earned wasnt because he did it, but because his father bought it somehow and in someway.
Don't let peoples' opinions change you
You must stay strong cause if your environment gets to you
your sanity won't last that long
Is this the end?
She says she doesn't want to be here
well why why don't she go
Is she telling the truth
or putting on another big show
and I don't know if this would effect me
or bother me in any way
I guess that's just how I've grown up
I live my life my own way
Don't let peoples' opinions change you
You must stay strong cause if your environment gets to you
your sanity won't last that long
Is this the end?
Is this the end?
Is this the end?
Devon walks through the halls going through the same motions all the time. Everyone thinks hes going to he just like his father. Make the big money and taking over the business, but hes got his own plans. To get out of this stinking place and do his own thing.
NO body will know till he's gone, but itll be the best thing, otherwise it will never happen.
Things are really fuct up but I know I'll make it through
Cause I've got some good friends to help me and they've donte it too
My friends thought I had everything 'cause my parents gave me what I want
but what they can't see is inside my heart is torn in knots
So lost and confused at the age of 17
Will my life stay like this will I grow up to be old and mean
Please God help me I know you're on my side
Help me get the grass thats greener on the other side
I hide
He was goin to go insane. Wondering how his life would be, would he grow up to be like his parents. The people he dispised. Who threw money at him when all he wanted was a hug. Where would he live if he did what his friends did. What would he do if he didnt know how to do anything. A few bucks in his pocket couldnt get him far, but he'd have some help and maybe thats all he needed.
Don't let peoples' opinions change you
You must stay strong cause if your environment gets to you
Your sanity won't last that long
Is this the end?
Is this the end?
Is this the end?
At the age of 17 is this the end
Devon looked up and spotted Jackson, then waved. Jackson nodded and waved back, not realizing that would be the last time he would ever see devon again.
Is this the end?
Is this the end?
Is this the end?
At the age of 17 is this the end
Jackson woke up in a cold sweat. HIs bed torn apart by his restless sleep. All the other kids were still sleeping. Taking a deep breath he fell back onto his pillow and stared at the ceiling of the tent.
Soon everyone would be getting up to dig. He rolled over, closed his eyes and waited.