I never understood why theres a code in masculinity
A title shrouded by a defining stigma
That one mustn't break down to a weak mold of vulnerability
As if we aren't allowed to feel or express what hurts us

I try to hold back the tides
theres a finite point to how much I can take
The flood is building, higher it will rise
Until the waves crash over as my sea wall breaks

It will be rebuilt, taller and more fortified
But the waters will find a way inside
They flow harder and with rage intensified
All because of this world where my feeling are forced to hide