He doesn't cry about you anymore
Doesn't grin through the day and sob through the night
And to most people he's grown up, grown out of a miserable childhood followed by a tragic loss
He's become a fine man, a fine hokage just as he always dreamed
It's just his smile it isn't the same anymore, never quite turned up enough at the corners never quite reaching dejected eyes
It breaks my heart every time I see it and when he asks me what's wrong I can only reply, as I always have, it's nothing stupid, with a smile as pitiful as his own,
I hope you knew you broke us when you left.