Some Boys

Boys, handsome and strong 

But always the first to tell me I am  wrong, 

I know they tell me weird and won't let it go. 

Girls sometimes soft and sweet but 

God made me rough

Girls happy or sad they first think for  family that's tough, 

No, I am fine, lying on the floor again 

Cracked the door I always wanna let  you in, 

Even after all this shit. 

That's why a girl doesn't cry, 

We think that you will try.