A man sits there cold and empty.
He is sad inside and feels nothing
But pain and sorrow.
He wants to be happy, but the ghost
From his past haunts him.
He could not save him,
And now he cannot save himself.
So he just sits there cold and empty,
And deep down inside he is dark and dangerous.
The man cannot save himself,
Because he does not want to be saved.
He loves that he did nothing for that man,
Because now that's what he's worth:
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