Unhappy little boys sloshing around in their own rage. They feel wronged. They haven't been given their due. No one love them enough.
- and the mountains echoed
And when they deny that they need affection
And make it even more plain
For all the world l see
What they truly want
Why do i still stay away
And refuse to give them
Exactly that
Because people like them
Are like wells that come out
On the other side of the world
Take and take and take
Until my resources are depleted
But still pine over
Their wasted childhood
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