I wish boys cried like I do—by letting their sorrow soak into words, rather than into the mind where resentment may brew
Not in the case of truly being wronged, but in the case of feelings they're simply not allowed to act on

Even under the stone I seldom turn over, I often find myself privy to the actions of my brethren
And since I'm finally reaching for new grass, I'll say a hundred boys should sooner cry than try and seek some petty revenge

Fear breeds more fear, hatred breeds more hatred; and when the two mix, psychosis steadily shows its hand
With a man's desire to hold a gun fulfilled, it ends up being aimed at both himself and the innocent

To put on a front of fake masculinity is to chip away at everything but the pain waiting to be destroyed
So crying, even with a feeling of shame, will always be what I wish for—because the strength to be vulnerable leaves the strength to feel another day