Pity for the weak
People only pity the weak and cold
But ignore the ones who burst with gold
What is pity for them at all
But no one notices the blue ensemble
Pity only belongs to the weak
But not everyone is who they seem
But what is weak to them at all
But no one hears the blue ensemble
Pity is nothing that is needed at all
But it still exists for what? A child? A doll?
There’s no point in feeling useless at all
When you are pitied for all your wrong
