The Pain of Mr Who
The bench in the park seated him
I watch from behind towering trees
Ia019ve always watched from a distance
Thinking I must stay away
Ia019ve seen him so many many times
I feel I must draw something from him
The pain of Mr. who
So many just abuse him
Yes Ia019ve seen those that spit
Treat him with an unreal anger
I watched the other summer
I saw the cuts and the bruises
But I like so many just watched
The pain of Mr. who
I wonder from where he fell
He seems so different now
I can tell he was someone
I can feel he was someone
The scars do not hide the facts
Neither does the drying blood
Nothing hides the pain of Mr. who
I want to look away
I want to run away
I want to grab him and shout
Loud in the night screaming in the night
I know who you are
I know what you were
I want to help the pain of Mr. who
The pain of Mr. who
Will never go away
For ita019s always there in the mirrors
Shiny lakes and polished cars
In darkened glasses and broken hearts
Sweet dreams and nightmares
Please help Mr. who
God, this brings back some good memories :D