Looking out this window, and not a silhouette in sight The roads are so quiet.  These emotions take me back
To a time when I once felt safe and dealt with life and strife.
They say âBoys donât cry,â but when youâre surrounded
By all the fears they scream, and girls tend to use you as a toy
Brings you to tears until you find the right one.
They say âBoys donât cryâ so donât just hide it away, and
Go numb. All you want in life is for them to see youâre not dumb.
âBoys donât cry.â Yeah, okay, sure, because we donât feel things?
Well, at least that's how they think. Blasting music into my headphones just so I donât hear the rumors they say. They think it doesnât hurt
To be drugged into the dirt, but hey âboys donât cryâ
All this pressure to be perfect; all this pressure to keep your
Feelings hidden you just smile and say âIâm fine.â though
You feel like you are drowning.
The moment comes between boyhood and manhood
The world is screaming at you to grow up.
You feel alo, me like no one will care, and if they do,o itâs rare.
All this pressure to have the âthe perfect size.â
Or you will never find the right one, but they are
Yelling at you to have sex, and grow the population so they can corrupt the next generation
Of this nation.
Yet boys donât cry
Oh, how thatâs such a lie.