Arthur Grime Lyrics

This is the life of Arthur Grime

Who's always had a difficult time

He's never made friends that easily

And people say he's strange and weaseley

He couldn't have kids, what can you say

And the love of his life since passed away

Now just sits there on his own

The garden has long since overgrown

This is the life of Arthur Grime

Never a man destined to climb

Creeps around as quiet as a mouse

And rarely gets seen outside of the house

A garden once with flowers and clover

But now the weeds have all taken over

He cries for his loss a tragic shame

And only ever speaks to call her name

A lonely man who never does harm

Though his very existence raises alarm

They say he's weird and he shouldn't be there

Sits alone in his lonely chair

Parents give a warning to not go near

Clearly he's not right there's something queer

Children all laugh at him and think he's a fool

People can be terribly cruel

Some throw stones and shout rude names

Under the guise of playing games

Oh how he wishes they would go away

But same thing happens each and every day

Always glad when the moment's past

But every word hurts more than the last

A very sad man who hardly talks

Wants to be left alone with his thoughts

A lovely old man who does no wrong

He listens to her favourite song

Far from weird and merely grieving

The memories are slowly leaving

Hanging on through so much pain

He only wants to be together again

Makes you wonder who's the fool

People can be terribly cruel

Oh Arthur dear, no one comes near

Why must you cry is it out of fear

Close the curtains to keep out the light

Try to get through one more night

If truth were told you're nobody's fool

People can be terribly cruel