Youth Leagues

I'm sitting out, you're calling out for ball
Well, I came out, maybe I should stay
Miss the game, never had your hands
Don't miss the game, I never was a fan

Look now, spitting out your mind
I'm sitting out, I've never been your kind
Sitting out, I've never crossed that line
Sitting out, I've never paid no mind
Sitting out, I've never paid no mind

Look and tell, how I missed that world
Proud ones play with no worry, good luck to your heart
No options withstand devoutness
Red streamers run
Where boys still fight with their might
One chance may die tonight
Making home life gloomy
Every dream that you'll never know
Every undying optimist looks in your heart
The games on your mind impressed
Where reasons die but desire remains all the way

Belie intuition, they run out of gas and they burn alive
Happens to most but they learn a lot 'til they're dead
No more said, say goodnight