You and the boys

I couldn’t stand your tales, they make me wanna yell
You and the boys, that’s a very long story to tell
I know it’s hard being you, I know you’re beautiful, too
Lucky parents of yours, they don’t ever listen to you right
No, I don’t hate you even if I could
No, I don’t hate you, maybe I know that I should
With a face like this and a mind so cold
You better pray to god that you never won’t grow old
I’m sorry for you being you
I know you go your way, I know you won’t call back
But how high’s the price, tell me, that keeps you on track?
I wish that you would see that life’s not always mean
I wish that you could see that you don’t have to be like you’ve been
I’m sorry for you being you