cry yourself to sleep, with a lullaby the fasade is breaking, at least at night
because it´s hard to play the strong becasue it´s hard to be alone isolation takes its toll when your hearth´s not made of stone
and the walls you´re wearing usually, are falling in the dark, when there´s no more need to be a man caught inside, all those expectations you supress your real you and cry alone is it that what you want to be?