He's there, you just can't see him.
In fact, he'll be everywhere you've been and where you are now...
you just refuse to notice.
You'll complain about your rarely difficult life
And he'll be there still, way ahead of you
Because his life will always be harder to bare.
You will cry at night for yourself and misery
And he will be crying too, but his pain is greater.
Well, on a night you thought would be magical,
He's living every day off of bleeding and powder
He sees pain and himself suffer
Just so he won't see reality.
Just so he won't see reality.
Because the reality is,
He has no one and nothing but you,
to remind him why he's alive.
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