Don’t believe me when I say
that boys don’t cry. They do.
going
I slide through a window.
Pain leaves a stain
we can’t get out.
It is gone. Nothing remains
Stop. No. Go. Stop – go – go.
Don’t stop now. Stop and go.
Don’t believe me when I say
that boys don’t cry. They do.
I slide through a window.
Pain leaves a stain
we can’t get out.
It is gone. Nothing remains
Stop. No. Go. Stop – go – go.
Don’t stop now. Stop and go.
