I carried out orders.
He was my friend.

Of course, I was weary.
As no one was there:
Could anyone hear me?
But then, would they care?

I smile at ugly,
it's on the inside.
Since nobody loves me,
What else can I hide?
The words are too often.
and how does it look?
I've no useful knowledge,
I break in the brook.
A brook for the broken
with missing bedtimes!
I'd lend you a token,
But I've only got mine.

Cost of illusion,
"Back at my place."
Grieving and losing,
"you'll all need to brace."
I've loved every mourner,
"When will this end?"