He shouts from the mountain top of why he is so mad.
With his last dying breath, he creeps strangely because he is sad.
Nobody ever told him that they loved him.
Falling rapidly, but stood through sin.
He creeps, he crawls, through the heavy rain.
Suffering tremendously, labelled as insane.
He knew that he was not like the other men.
Crying frantically, a letter he did send.
Writing with his tears,
Wishing you were here.
Now catch him if you can,
A truth, he won't understand.
Darkened pupils, from his eyes.
wipe those tears, engraved in lies.
Flashing mirrors, lights so deep.
He's the friend, you want to keep.
Longing for his point of view.
Horrified from seeing him staring at you.
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