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He wakes up past noon, curtains never drawn,
Dreams got dust on them, boots never worn.
TV keeps talking like it knows his name,
Promises of fire, delivered in shame.
[Pre-Chorus]
Mama counts coins in a coffee-stained cup,
He says “tomorrow,” but tomorrow won’t show up.

They call him a pest of the earth, a shadow in the room,
An unemployed man with a borrowed broom.
Eating from plates he never earned,
Love grows thin where the lights get burned.
He’s a weight on the table, a crack in the floor,
A burden carried by the ones he swore to protect before.

Father’s silence hits harder than words,
Bills stack higher than his courage ever learned.
Friends moved on, got scars and pride,
He stayed still, let the years slide.
Pre-Chorus
Every excuse is a well-rehearsed lie,
Hope tastes bitter when you don’t even try.

They call him a pest of the earth, dead air in the house,
An able-bodied ghost on a worn-out couch.
Hands still clean, but the cost is burned,
In the eyes of the family he never returned.
He’s a weight on the table, a locked front door,
A burden that love can’t carry anymore.

Maybe he’s scared, maybe he’s numb,
Maybe the world hit first and he went dumb.
But fear doesn’t feed, and silence won’t pay,
Sympathy fades when years waste away.
Final Chorus
Still they whisper “pest of the earth” when he sleeps,
An unemployed man living off broken dreams.
Blood makes you stay, but resentment grows,
In a home where everyone already knows—
If he doesn’t rise, if he doesn’t change,
Love will turn into quiet rage.

The door is open, the clock is loud,
No more hiding in the safety of the crowd.
Be the man—or remain the cost,
A life half-lived is the heaviest loss.