He doesn't know how to control his force
Hurting himself in his rage
Long ago we were so close
Now I can't even look in his face
He doesn't want to show how he feels
He's always crying silently
Actually being a little boy
Who wants to be unbreakable
I don't care,stroking his back
Becoming the target, getting hurt
No matter what sort of man he thinks he has to be
I'll always be there, offering help, 'cause he is family
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