I see you with hands in chin/ In thoughts deeper than wells of Beijing/ I see you constantly run your fingers through your hair, like you now live in a world whose problems you no longer can bear/ I hear you deep sighing/ Shaking your head and clapping your hands. . .well I know what you’re implying/ That you’ve been to hell and back/ Or that you feel betrayed and no one’s got your back/ Listen, I’ve been there. .…
