Broken and shattered
She crushed me and I'm tattered
My heart fragile as glass in pointed pieces
I thought she was special but she's an evil angel
Tear in my eye,  on its way down
But boys don't cry, do they?

Walking down the alley with my headphones loud
Listening to Tentacion and Del Rey
Bad boys in front of me, demanding am the worst
First fist pay me black eye
Insults on my gender, for the tear on my eye
Because boys don't cry, do they?

My boss at the cafe yell at me
I tried making the best Kenyan tea
The customer just could not take my service
Claimed I was rude after the names he called me
Evening, fired and tired
Get a cigar to drown my emotions
For boys don't cry, do they?

Expected to be the best
Expected to be perfect
Mama told me boys don't cry
For weakness ain't a thing for me
But I'm the weakest being
And I can't cry, should I?