...but I've Never Regretted It. You Can't

Things Are Rough All Over.

...people Get Hurt In Rumbles, Maybe Killed. I'm Sick Of It Because It Doesn't Do Any Good. You Can't Win...even If You Whip Us. You'll Still Be Where You Were Before- At The Bottom. And We'll Still Be The Lucky Ones With All The Breaks. So It Doesn't Do Any Good, The Fighting And The Killing. It Doesn't Prove A Thing.

Rat Race Is The Perfect Name For It,' She Said. 'we're Always Going And Going And Going, And Never Asking Where. Did You Ever Hear Of Having More Than You Wanted? So That You Couldn't Want Anything Else And Then Started Looking For Something Else To Want? It Seems Like We're Always Searching For Something To Satisfy Is, And Never Finding It. Maybe If We Could Lose Our Cool We Would.

I've Been Thinking About It, And That Poem, That Guy That Wrote It, He Meant You're Gold When You're A Kid, Like Green. When You're A Kid Everything's New, Dawn. It's Just When You Get Used To Everything That It's Day. Like The Way You Dig Sunsets, Pony. That's Gold. Keep That Way, It's A Good Way To Be.

Stay Gold, Ponyboy, Stay Gold.