Insiders and Outsiders

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

Bugolgi Apparatus