Scruffy hair and a broad blue face. Saddened eyes and a confused mind. Shallow whispers and chest pains. Those rivers are now flowing on his face taking away his spirit. Tear drops they are. One by one here they come, running away with his spirit. Here they come one by one, softening his face. They chose him first but I do indeed believe that your next. Run and hide but they'll always find you and they'll stick to you till you tear them off. And when tear them off, off with it will come part of you.