Boys Cry Too

Boys cry too
They think that it's a secret
Their hearts turn blue
I know I've broken quite a few
They hate, to break
They shade so many things it hurts to say
The pride, they hide what they mean inside

They fight it, don't let anybody know
They fight it, don't ever lose control (ooh ooh)
We hear what you're not saying
The signs that you're not making
Fight it, cause you don't know what we know
Boys cry too

I like you
No matter, we're human
We both get bruised
Boys just hurt like girls do
It's fine, don't lie
I'm here to mend your broken heart
Just speak your mind
I'm right by your side

But you fight it
Don't let anybody know
Fight it, don't ever lose control (ooh ooh)
We hear what you're not saying
The signs that you're not making
Fight it, cause you don't know what we know
Boys cry too (ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh)
Yeah, just like you (ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh)
And we all cry (ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh)
Yeah, just like you (ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh)
And we all cry

But you fight it, don't let anybody know
You fight it, don't ever lose control (yeah)
We hear what you're not saying
The signs that you're not making
Fight it, you don't know what we know
Boys cry too, babe

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