Feelin' That Feeling Again.

It was 1993; was 
All that was left of me, 
As she drove from the sun. 

That road jumped all over the map 
And still she kept her face bent 
From the picture on her dashboard. 

Nothing had made sense since he left, 
But it was clear that he had pushed her away. 

She knew only one thing that he had told her 
"Boys don't cry." 

~ Why hadn't he been real? 

Left inside of her, he would decay, 
But without the wings of the Phoenix, 
None would live, 
And with that realization 
She found out that she was actually grateful 
That boys didn't cry.

When she filled up her car at the station 
And sat inside the diner for a bite to eat, 
She saw the cars going to the city. 

All at once she wanted to scream at them all, 
They didn't even know what they were going to. 

~ Lambs to the slaughter of heartache. 

She had bled dry 
And felt finally the truth:
Boys don't cry.

In the morning the sun came out of New York city, 
The dress was worn and her mileage was running high. 
She smoked her last cigarette, 
       Spent her last dollar, 
                 And collapsed, 
Finally, 
                         On a bed that was dry.

Boys Don't Cry.