locked inside

Sit around the table with the lads

Talk about the football and the plans

Keep the conversation on the surface

Never mention what is under it

Put a heavy lid on top of everything Screaming internally but we

don't say a thing

(no we don't)

Because they always say that boys don't cry So we swallow it

down and we look to the sky Keep it locked in a

box, keep it hidden away Nothing to see here,

we're doing okay

(yeah we're doing fine)

Staring at the ceiling in the dark

Heavy weight pressing on my heart

But tomorrow I will put the mask back on

Pretend that all the heavy clouds have gone

Because they always say that boys don't cry So we swallow it

down and we look to the sky Keep it locked in a

box, keep it hidden away Nothing to see here,

we're doing okay

Boys don't cry... Yeah we just bottle it up

Boys don't cry... (hummmm)