boys.dont.cry - self titled

and when he looks down at his feet, he realizes the ground beneath him is no longer familiar. they say to continue moving forward, one foot in front of the other, and so he keeps pushing, in hopes of discovering some forsaken lands where the beauty of life is meant to be danced around instead of it feeling like he is drowning in it. one foot in front of the other, and so he keeps pushing. at times, he would forget to look behind him to remember where he had come from. how far he’d traveled. the tire tracks and footprints slowly fading just like his recollection of the past. there is this fire that burns ever so bright that he knows like the back of his hand. yet, the fire behind him timesta...View all