That Little guy

Walking past the town, people running around
Remember when, they used to tell
Time seems to fly when you’re having fun
Don’t kid around, it’s but a lie

Ask him, this guy
Living with no existence
Ask him, the living dead
How is it to live 200 years in trance?

He just got home,
From his wretched job
He found it home,
Somewhere he could name
He found someone,
From his meanings came
He’s to be asked,
On how not to fall flat on one’s face

Walking past this town, following her around
Remembering what they used to say
Time seems to fly when you’re having fun
He proved it right, this living soul

He fell in love, that spirit guy
Must be luck, if you think you’re done
It wasn’t so, he’s so messed up
And she doesn’t care at all

He just got home,
This guy in love
He found it home,
She doesn’t care
His love remains,
On the other side untouched
How can you ask?
On how not to fall flat on one’s face

It can’t be bad,
When she doesn’t care
He’ll move on,
From his despair
She called out, he smiled at her
Yet underneath, suppose we ask
Who’s the little guy,
Silently crying in pain?