Jace

Alright now, Jace. Put the cigarette down.
Let's go back to the days when you were the infamous class clown.
The girls loved you, they really did.
Your teachers praised you for never telling a fib.
But recently something started to stir inside.
That innocent class clown decided to resign.
You ran away from home and your mama's reminiscing about how she used to miss you.
Sweet, precious Kaia wishes she could have the chance to kiss you.
Your classmates pray for the day you come back;
While your dad wishes he wouldn't have ended his life with a fade into black.
Come on, Jace. Throw the beer can away.
I don't like it when you start to sway.
Your poor mama wonders when you'll visit her again.
She doesn't understand what would cause you to sin.
Okay, Jace. Enough is enough. Why do you keep coming back for more?
You're passed out, Jace. The only thing that welcomes you is the floor.
I'm trying to help you. Why won't you listen?
Morals and priorities are what you're missing.
Your mama is bent over, desperation is what she's coughing.
Your dad is lying lifeless in his dark and lonely coffin.
Kaia thinks about you all the time.
She can't get your wretched, twisted soul off of her thought-filled mind.
Did I say something convincing, Jace? I see you've changed.
You've broken free of these hostage-holding chains.
What is that? I've never seen you touch it. Is that a Bible?
It's about time, Jace. Don't ever again make me your rival.