Never asked to be popular
But he does want to be heard
Cause he won't like being attended to
Only when he's no longer able to even produce a word

Full of false fortunes
In a world of many lives
Crafted by selfish innuendos
Pretending that in this we thrive

Busted broken fallen towers
Crashing collapses decorating his broken shell
Shame the story of the advocate
Always ends with his casket and not a single tear that fell

But the thriving will say that they did their best
Even though they only felt him detestable
Claim it how you will, they've shunned him
And now this silence has become reciprocal.