Just like some other guy there was him
He's confused but calm
Balancing with own arms.
Something is really wrong
He's still holding on.
Because he's a tough guy he says
Never cried in late night he says
There's a lot he says
There's even a lot which he doesn't say
Which he can never.
He's confused. About everything
Not just his existence. But Ours
Why? He asks
But like everytime
Yah he messes things up too
Yah he isn't perfect too
All you should remember
All the things he shows are a lie
He'll always be a nice guy.