cherry

There's fire in my pulse, tears on my cheeks

Beneath my eyelids, that's my own duality

I don't throw hands in brawls, you brawl yourself

Beneath my comet, that's a star that's frozen, yeah

And up till now I've kept it so zen it made you mad

But not like I'm a madman

Don't know why you act man

I cry on command, yeah

I cry as I dance

You cry for second chance

Hallelujah for the hate (Boys don't cry, though, boys don't)