He always kept to himself
What did he do with the money
He had something to express
Why was he always hiding
He wore many hats
Got the sense he was playing
Was he ever really himself
Afraid he'd come up empty
After he confessed
We started to see him differently
Yet our warmth came back
When we found how he was suffering
It's all too late I guess
"I'm sorry"'s just too easy
We'll be picking up his mess
For as long as we're still crawling
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