Does he even know
The pain he throws
At my freezing soul
When he smiles and waves my way.
Does he think I'm a friend,
One of the band
yet again,
Another puppet to his collection.
I want a warm embrace,
not a "hello" to the face,
Not a gesture, nor a fist bump,
Not a nod.
If only he could know,
the pain he did throw
At my soul
With a smile and a wave.
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