Wounded Expression
His face is beaten
And hardened like stone
No one loves him
So he's on his own
A man with a broken heart
His face holds no emotion
Wishes for death right from the the start
But is handed no gratification
What was once his
his past, present, and forever
He never knew
That one day he'd be forced to shed her
He's hardened by the toils of life
Left by a whore who was once his wife
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