He has to walk the other streets
And he wears a different style of clothing
He can’t visit the same places anymore
And he’s got to smile at cashiers for friends
His eyes glance downward when certain cars pass
And he clings to his pride according to what his shame allows
He doesn’t need love anymore because love won’t have him
And his feet hurt from being perpetually on the move
A bird passes by, softly gliding above the cemetary lawn
Where he sits thinking, peacefully alone
Because he knows, with a sudden pulse
That everybody knows about him
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