Grease, sweat, coffee, faded shipyard pictures giant living there I used to know
Author of the testosterone scriptures where did you go?
Now I remember what he told me that time falling from my bike, scraping my knee:
If you're gonna weep, keep it from sunshine,so no one sees
I won't cry - "Above all things boy, be a man"
See little boy hiding amongst shadows ashamed of tears exposing ancient pain
From the storms predicted by the Tarot pray for the rain
I won't cry - "Above all things boy, be a man"
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