*boys are raised to be men Impatient they start, fearful they end But here was a man mourning tomorrow He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow Oh, he could not break surface tension He looked in the wrong place for redemption And don't look at me with those eyes I tried to unheave the ties Turn back the time that drew him He couldnt be saved, a sadness runs through him he hides it. Calm and rebellious. His mom beats him often, he hates his family and not used to kindness*