Shh don’t look at his pain
Nothing but trouble
His tears would fall like rain
Stuck in his own dark bubble
His house is a mess
And he can’t get it right
He’s suffering from too much rest
He’ll never know his own might
Trying to find a way through
If you look don’t stare
He needs food for thought and thought for food
Just look at what he wears
He won’t live but a few more years