What's it like to be a boy
Not a man, a boy
That unclear thing between a person from whom nothing is really expected
But who can terribly disappoint us
What's it like to be a boy
To be between a 30-year-old child
And an adult cutting their teeth

What's it like to be a boy comfortable in his life, comfortable in his time
Who doesn't look at other boys his age as much older people
What's it like to be taken for a boy
Either brilliant
Or awkward

What's it like to be a boy whom you already know some people would love to see
Your car in a ditch
Would love to see their car in your face
What's it like to be a boy somewhat engaged with the past
Who talks about love and life without ever having set foot in them
What's it like to be a boy with a monster in his heart
A monster in the heart
A monster
A monster

What's it like to be a boy who would love so much to do good
But who kills everything he touches, who tastes people and puts them back
Half-bitten on the bench, eh
What's it like to be a bad boy pretending to be someone good
Who is there
Who pretends to be like everyone else
But who is not made for this world, no, no

What's it like to be in the skin of the endearing boy
But whom you shouldn't get attached to
Who repeats day and night, "how could you do that?"
In the dirty mirror of self-esteem
What's it like to be a boy who pretends all the time, all the time
Who says that love is the only beautiful thing, the only great thing, the only indispensable thing
But who is clearly incapable of it

Who tells everyone how it should be done
Who understands everything but does the opposite
What's it like to be the problem and at the same time the key
What's it like to be in the skin of the damn sailor who can't swim
What's it like to be a boy who won't have a perfect life
Who sees a couple as a two-headed monster
What's it like to be a boy who is asked to be very wise

Wise like a storm, wise like a shipwreck
But who will be wise like a carnage
Who looks at some parents with a bit of rage
Who doesn't know if he himself was born out of love or a marriage

It took you thirty years to drop the armor
You've done the longest part, the hardest part remains
What's it like to be a boy who is afraid of everything
But above all of himself
What's it like to be the only boy
Who turns around in cinemas
Who finds that life is a poorly made film
Who claims that weakness is also beauty
That his mother tongue is rather regrets
Who writes and sings because he doesn't know how to speak

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