He is not the guy who cried.
Look at the guy, who tried.
Angry faces, shouting loud
Changing plans, nothing to be proud
The time bomb, on his back
Inside a heavy sack
He is not the guy who cried.
Look at the guy, who tried.
Pointing fingers, no one to care
Make a mistake, you dare
Slave of the rude master
Death was never so faster
He is not the guy who cried.
He is the guy, who tried.
They set him on fire
Called him worthless to admire
Beat him down to the floor
Pushed him out of the door
But hey,
He is not the guy who cried.
He is the guy, who tried.
The end is so near
Crowd gathered around in fear
One question on everyone’s mind
How could this guy be defined?
He said,” I am not the guy who cried”
Look at me; I am the guy who tried!!
