I know i'm a boy So why do i feel i have to look and talk and breathe like you Someday soon i'll have to Come to terms with what i am and what is true Boys don't sing about wanting to be boys Boys don't sing about wanting to be boys Boys don't sing about wanting to be boys Boys don't sing In the silence of the spring Are you exactly who you thought you would be by now? I'm not quite there A hundred glass bottles in your room You keep them because you think they're cool But none of them will mean something to you