 But I don't seem to see many bullies coming through See many bullies coming through Metaphorically, I'm the man But literally, I don't know what I do I live for you, and that's how I do Even harder to say when you know it's not true Even harder to write when you know that you're not there When people back home will start talking to you But then you ignore them still All these questions, they're falling Like how would you live for?