Steam Room I save my tears for the steam room It�s where I unstiffen my upper lip I can really let go bro, you know Let them emotions drip No one can see or hear me I don�t make hardly any noise Fuck that I gotta maintain my image bro You know - Be like One of the boys |
| Ok I don't save my tears for the steam room, and if I did I would'nt tell you. Which is exactly what this poem is about. The way we British men are conditioned to keep a stiff upper lip no matter what. Yet in some other cultures men are not viewed as being wussies if they show thier emotions. Don't get me wrong I don't mean we should go balling n cryin our eyes out down at the local shopping Mall but on the other hand I know guys that won't even let thier close relations see them cry. Which is pretty sad. |
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