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He might be laughing
But is his heart also smiling?
He always gives a lending hand
But are we sure he doesn't need helping?
He might not be crying
But on the inside his world must be crumbling
He says you should take it easy
But he's the one who gives himself a beating
He doesn't do it for himself, that's what he says
But our hearts are too hard to notice
Against all odds he carried on
Yet here we are mumbling, “Next time we'll watch you for sure.”
Time and time again he knocked in our hearts
But we just shooed him away, “We'll see you for another day.”
And then one day the world stopped
When the echo of his blades were mummed
We can only cry in shock
As his wings were abruptly cut
We can only beat ourselves
As we lost a chance to say “Bravo!”
It's just so sad to comprehend
We didn't notice his bleeding heart
But noticed a stabbed femoral artery that left him bleeding to death