Boys don't cry, they just want to die.
Stumble and cough, then grin - a lie.
Would you look into my eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes?
Will you be my new drag?
Boxing up all of your things with tape.
Write your address - they won't be mailed.
Can I still be your pessimist?
Boys don't cry, they just want to die.
Stumble and cough, then grin - a lie.
Would you look into my eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes?
Will you be my new drag?

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