This man had a golden ring
That guy could dance and sing
The pale man held you by your hip
The fat guy gestured me to sit
Sometimes I waited in that car
Other days, I’d just stand afar
Won’t dare imagine where you were
When you come back crying, hiding a scar
Took the blame for your tears
Became a witness to your fears
Where have we come?
What have you done?
Waiting for the open doors,
I foresee the blaming that shall begin