7

What's left for him
To gain or lose
He's nothing
Their muse
It's no one's fault
No one to blame
They played their parts
He did the same
Now he hurts
All his days
Pass him by
Frame by frame
He's only seven
He doesn't get it
His shirts don't fit him
Knows what he's missing
Now he's gone
God knows where
Looks like me and has my hair
He's only seven
He doesn't get it
His shirts don't fit him
Knows what he's missing