These boys, they try to play the rules, pulling strings of toy wind ups. Try to forget. These boys, they try to dance like the men, try to push out their chests. Try to forget. These boys, they’re acting so tough,
finding their peace in the grit. Try to forget. These boys try to hide from the pain, all mixed up, masking the shame. Try to forget these boys. Comments are closed.
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