Under a bridge of tears,
He lies dying.
The tears is floating,
From open wounds.
Naturally he’s fine.
Always “fine”!
But he’s precisely as fine as he is,
When someone asks:
“How are you doing?”
Always “fine”!
Every time it’s a lie.
Every f**king time!
Under a bridge of tears,
He lies dying.
The blood is dripping,
But he’s fine.
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