Doak's Need

Every boy is Atlas Every boy eats apples Every boy is an asshole So why do you need them? 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 Like engine makes a sound The leaves that she know good 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