You tell me to man up
Once again assuming
But how the hell can I do that
When I don’t even feel human?
Suppressing your emotions?
Well that’s a benefit to none
It’s only when words are spoken
That something can be done
The man’s man is a dying breed
And very rightly so
Drowning your sorrows is futile
Those bastards don’t need air
In time they’ll suffocate you
And smile as you despair
Expect derision immediately
If you utter that ridiculous phrase
A man doesn’t hide from his demons
He handles them face to face.
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