"Pons"
Dear dear Pons, you're so so mean
I dread you after what I've seen
And at what point did you decide
That you were going to run and hide?
'Cause now the world surrounding me
Just sits and stares and laughs at me
Unless, of course, they are just gawking
Spitting on me while they're walking
And since you've hid away, my dear
Blank stares have hidden my true fear
And no one here will simply listen
They stand above me and just start pissin'
They mention me: The Faceless Man
Who doesn't smile, he only stands
But Pons, it's all on you, because
A pons, well really all it does
Is make a face a human one
And you've decided that you're done
How dare you dread part of your brain
Without me you'd be damn insane
I'm trying oh so very hard
Our past has left me burnt and charred
And if you dear, just tear me out!
If I'm what all the fuss's about
And how about a random laugh?
Right here. Right now. Unleash my wrath
I dare you, piss me off and see
Just how not faceless you can be
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