They ask me about you casually
Toss your name like a cigarette
"Do you have a brother?"stabs the swordsman
Through my guts the words he's said

There is a moment, just three seconds
But to me it takes a life
And in that time I wonder
Just which answer would be right

Should I pull the pin and hold it?
Grab the sharp end of the knife?
Nonchalantly change the subject
Or explain you took your life

People ask the question lightly
But they don't care to know
For the heaviest of crosses
Are the ones we bear alone

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