Doak's Need

Every boy is Atlas
Every boy eats apples
Every boy is an asshole
So why do you need them
In a t-shirt blue
Did he feel so cruel
But he’s so far from it
To feel like such a fool
The shoe? Makes a sound
The leaves that she won’t go?
The sun takes away
Like the army that’s in ourselves
Every time you walk
It makes a teary? Sight
Every time when you breathe
This is my foundry? Plight