What we do: what we say
comes into play everyday.
going
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
What we do: what we say
comes into play everyday.
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
