He laughed with his lips, but never with his eyes
Never did he stop, not for a day
It was all a disguise; a masquerade to cover the pain
But the truth was, that without her
Inside, he was going insane

He was an old man now
And the memories of his youth were killing him
But the mention of love and death
Really got him going
And with a laughing-grimace on his face
His breath left him
And a chill took its place

I felt the need to tell the story of Edgar Wright
Because for the past couple weeks
I've seen him every night

I won't tell you who I am
Except that my job title starts with M
And that I'm the only one who can see
The pain behind the laugh
Of Mister E