monochrome

and with a shake, shake, shake of his sturdy frame
the world falls apart and goes up in flame
he hears as they laugh, their faces all twisted up
with fear and hate and malice, but he'll never give up

so with a sigh, sigh, sigh, he passes them by
and the words on his mind spell "why, why, why"
but the shape of his lips and the curve of his tongue
give rise to a greeting, for his day's not done

he puts on his mask and proceeds to the door
where he's met by a face, his eyes so sore
from the fear and the lies which'll never stay dead
his shoulders, once proud, are bowed, his eyes red

he struggles to fight, but he struggles to lose
if he wins he knows he'll just tighten the noose
so the bounce in his step becomes an epithet
in his mind he can say, say, say all the rest

in his mind he can cry, he can curse, he can weep
but on the surface he must appear not to be deep
so when he calms, calms, calms his "honorable" friend
he brings more on himself and the friendship must end

so with a sigh, sigh, sigh, he passes them by
and the words on his mind spell "why, why, why"
but the shape of his lips and the curve of his tongue
give rise to a greeting, for his day's not done

whether day, day, day, or night, night, night
every other word begins a new fight
if the tone of his voice comes out a bit rough
you'll have to excuse him, no one's that tough

his "friends" have deserted, so he's now all alone
for his parents have long since done so at home
with nowhere to turn he tries to lash out
but no one seems to care, the sand's running out

so when the laugh, laugh, laugh of the kid next door
greets his ears as he falls, falls, falls to the floor
and the screams from the stairs tell him to get the fuck out
he takes off the mask and begins to shout.