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He's friendly but not a flirt,
He's not pure but he tries to free his mind from dirt,
He sticks to one woman,
He knows having more only makes him less of a man.
He treats people with respect,
He's usually holding on to the good side an aspect,
He's positive,
His plans are so stable;more like sweetly manipulative,
Life isn't always nice for him,
But he still feels obliged to make a change in the lives of those in his realm.
He's a hardworker,
Such that he qualifies to be a home maker,
He's great but he's not proud,
He's so humble only his actions speak loud.
He's only a saint because he sins and still goes back for repentance,
He's not perfect,and he's brought this to acceptance.

He's the man,
Oh she had found the loveliest place
Where the sun shined
And the grass grew tall
People were friendly
She fit in well.
Oh she loved it
She loved it so.
But she couldn't connect
She made acquaintances
She never made friends
It didn't take long
For a place where
The sun shined
And the grass grew tall
Where people were friendly
Oh it didn't take long
It changed to a place
Where even the brightness of the moon
Couldn't brighten the shadows in her heart
Where the green grass grew
More than her happiness
Where all the friendly people
Couldn't even get her name.
Oh she couldn't care less
She couldn't care less.

But all the words she threw
To all the people she knew
Only got a reply one time
They might have well just said
*Goodbye
Now she's sitting in the shadows
Thinking about her sorrows
Oh how could this be,
Oh how could this be.

— The End —