Boys Don't Cry Video (MV)

Oh... Don't you cry
Oh... Don't you cry

Please don't cry for me when I am gone
I died in peace and I moved on
To a better place, free from the hell I faced daily
Done lettin' Leatherface chase me
Down and make me frown
That depressive state ain't me
Maybe all that repressive rage
Festered way too long...
Never do what feels right
Only ever choose wrong
Letter from a peasant's grave
Somewhere in between heaven's gates and the devil's place
Known as my mental state
Release hellish pain through song
And hope that it makes a difference
Pray my fate's deliverance
The energy it takes to live this
Deeply troubled life is gone
Need help but I won't admit it
Least outside these f*ckin' songs

I'll never be the same
May never breathe again

Made a promise to myself not to cry on this joint
Think I'd know better than to try at this point
Blood sweat and tears nah it's drugs sex and fear
That I put into my written work
And honestly this shit berserker
Than some shit from Clerks, life sucks so much dick it hurts
I'm not even supposed to be here today...
Though I'm four parts Randall one part Dante
Nah I'm more like Silent Bob mixed with Jay
If he happened to lose his voice that day
Beats sublime guess they speechless I'm
Gonna take it as a compliment
They hate is my accomplishment
That statement is preposterous cause really it's indifference
And I'm the one that's hating cause I feel so insignificant
Entitled to their ignorance and I too am a hypocrite
Don't know everything but I know that I am gifted with
The shit I script ridiculous just wish I'd get a little bit
Of love...

I'll never be the same
May never breathe again
I'll never be the same
May never breathe again

Broke a promise to myself not to cry on this joint
First four lines that I'd write for this joint
Had me blubberin' like an angry sufferin' infant
Surrounded by love - so oblivious
To the pain he's shielded from
Hope they never make the mistake
Of tellin' him his feelings wrong
Ain't a problem child but a child can have problems too
It's his party and he'll cry if he wants to dude
He got his little dreams so simple so sweet and cute
And if his tears were dollars I bet they'd all come true
But the fact is they're worth far more than that
And the fact is you're blessed far more than cash
On those testing days never question faith
In that boy who simply won't accept second place
Bet he'll take after his uncle in the best of ways
And love his little brother more than words could ever say