Hello, I am a man and I guess that is my sin.
I am a social ape with a penis at the pelvis and mind so thin.
I am open, like a book is what you can call.
But you need to decipher me, if you want to stall
You need to pull me closer,
You need to put me back to life.
Because I can’t lie straight on my back
It is completely filled with knifes.
But why do you care?
For the society, men are supposed to be tough.
Men are supposed to lift weights, run miles till there is no mile left to feel good enough.
Men are supposed to go places; they are supposed to be free.
But not all men are the same, some love to sit inside a tree.
It is not like we like being alone, but that is the only company that has not left us shattered.
Because eventually loans, bills and expectations will be the only things that matter.
Because there are things greater than ego, we call them inner peace
Because it is all about achieving that, else we are just missing a beat.
Does it really matter if a man tends to cry?
Because we are all crying inside,
You just need to see the reason why.
Once you understand the pain that we are going through.
I get it menstrual pain must be something but
Social stress is a threat to be reckoned with,
These words that seem too faint to be true.
Yet, we never complain.
Sitting back outside, covering our pain,
Because everything we do tends to drive us insane,
But hey, nothing is worse than getting a blood stain, eh?
There is no such thing as luck.
Because the people like us they always tend to suck.
Because no one cares about a man, nobody gives a …
Because I am angry about this, this is all I have in my guts
We wait for the windows to open, but there are no doors to be shut.
I am selling myself, call me a man slut.
Everything seems great, yet there is always a “but”
This world has never been enough.
Still you’ll call me a “Pussy”
And say that I didn’t have the balls
To face out my fear, just when the duty called.
I confess I can’t, I have tried a million times.
But sometimes millions are not enough,
There is always one more try.
Let’s just say that being sarcastic is a part of my protection.
Because I have been this way to be a part of natural selection.
I am a social ape with a penis at the pelvis and mind so thin.
I am open, like a book is what you can call.
But you need to decipher me, if you want to stall
You need to pull me closer,
You need to put me back to life.
Because I can’t lie straight on my back
It is completely filled with knifes.
But why do you care?
For the society, men are supposed to be tough.
Men are supposed to lift weights, run miles till there is no mile left to feel good enough.
Men are supposed to go places; they are supposed to be free.
But not all men are the same, some love to sit inside a tree.
It is not like we like being alone, but that is the only company that has not left us shattered.
Because eventually loans, bills and expectations will be the only things that matter.
Because there are things greater than ego, we call them inner peace
Because it is all about achieving that, else we are just missing a beat.
Does it really matter if a man tends to cry?
Because we are all crying inside,
You just need to see the reason why.
Once you understand the pain that we are going through.
I get it menstrual pain must be something but
Social stress is a threat to be reckoned with,
These words that seem too faint to be true.
Yet, we never complain.
Sitting back outside, covering our pain,
Because everything we do tends to drive us insane,
But hey, nothing is worse than getting a blood stain, eh?
There is no such thing as luck.
Because the people like us they always tend to suck.
Because no one cares about a man, nobody gives a …
Because I am angry about this, this is all I have in my guts
We wait for the windows to open, but there are no doors to be shut.
I am selling myself, call me a man slut.
Everything seems great, yet there is always a “but”
This world has never been enough.
Still you’ll call me a “Pussy”
And say that I didn’t have the balls
To face out my fear, just when the duty called.
I confess I can’t, I have tried a million times.
But sometimes millions are not enough,
There is always one more try.
Let’s just say that being sarcastic is a part of my protection.
Because I have been this way to be a part of natural selection.
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