He didn't come.
A dark cloud forever cast over his shoulders,
shoulders I haven't seen in three, four years
He's upset, they say.
Drape yourself in sympathy, but we all know
what we don't know
Who will be there for you?
Why didn't you say anything?
Why didn't they say anything?
Why are we frustrated?
Who are we to say?
He's exhausted, I bet.
