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From Boys to Men

They grew up to fine men, didn’t they?

– the cutest song but with a very deep meaning behind it. Cover

Hey, you know, I’m not human, I’m really sorry I’m made to look just like one, so I get mistaken often

I’m not human, but even if you ask me “what are you?” I actually don’t have the slightest idea at all

My appearance is just like a human’s, so everyone treats me like one, I want to live up to everyone’s expectations, so I’m working hard everyday as well

Laughter, Empathy, Humility and Devotion, let’s not forget kindness as well The billion traits that make a human, I live everyday trying to fulfil them

But even so it’s all for naught, An imitation, in the end, is just an imitation One by one, people leave, peeling off my human exterior

Making my loved ones happy, laughing even though it’s not funny, While doing so I start to forget what kind of face am I making right now?

I’m not human, I’m really sorry I’m made to look just like one, so I get mistaken often

I’m not human, but even if you ask me “what are you?” I actually don’t have the slightest idea at all

Maybe one day I can become a real human! I kept dreaming and hoping,

While living honestly and working steadfastly, Trying to pretend that I’m alright, while shedding the occasional tear,

Forgetting the happiness I have now, losing sight of my shortcomings, Angering, irritating and putting down others, Just who am I?

If in the end it’ll all just boil down to this, from the start this form of mine, Should’ve been made the exact opposite of a human

I want to try living for the sake of someone else, I want to try leaving a legacy, It’s only at times like this, do I spout out the lofty desires only a human can say

In the first steps of all first steps as a human, I couldn’t do anything right at all It was cocky of me to have such desires, it’s only reasonable they’ll get angry

I’m not human, I’m really sorry I’m made to look just like one, so I get mistaken often

Is it okay if I’m human? Hey, can someone please tell me? Living by monkey-see-monkey-do, will you forgive me?

“I’ve learned that home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling.”