Hardly ever

Hardly ever should a grown man cry
but you try and stop yourself
when you look another man in the eye
and hear him tell you
you're the reason for his granddaughters demise,
eyes so hard
they'd break a diamond,
and to then go home and stew in your thought
of how it seems to this man
that you're not as good as you thought,
for his granddaughter, who you love dear,
well screw this i'll shed a tear,
'cause if i don't then i might just explode,
and leave a rather sticky
red, gooey, brain type mess on the window