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Perchè Sono Me (Why I am me)
I keep learning because I am tired of watching others fail. 
I speak because my mind wants to gain more knowledge. 
I will not follow others by the tail. 
My tale will be long and prosperous. 
Who are you to judge when you have fallen into an abyss? 
You are not a kindly sir or miss.

You ask as to why I wear the color. 
My response is elaborately not swift 
Why do I wear the black and black mostly and nearly only
I wear the black because of all the wrong lives that live for the wrong reasons
I wear it as a tribute to the ‘Man in Black’
I wear it as a reminder to all that I am in the shadows and I see what your schemas are
It is my favorite colore
On twenty and on body I wear it because I am tired of being around cement blocks that never 
change

Why are you single? you ask. 
Will you ever wed? 
Simply, because so many of you are not loyal or interested. 
But wait until someone asks you before I or after I and then you will be all over them like a little 
puppy.
It is highly appalling that you behave in the manner you do. 
You would rather have instant gratification instead of having someone who is going somewhere.
It just goes to show everyone that you are not willingly to wait for positive results. 
Addio tu, I say to you. 
In regards to wed non lo so. 
Perchè sono stanco da inmature ragazze. 
Because I am tired of inmature girls. 
To many of you want instant gratification and are not willing to wait. 
I know what I want and it is neither of you. 
What I want is someone who has honor, patience, understanding and love. 
None of you have this. 
You only think you have this. 
Mostly the lot of you are just oblivious to your minds and the world around you. 
Curse Maslow and grazie to him.

Why do you play so many instruments? you ask. 
I do it because I have no ties to you.
I do it because you have no true passion. 
I do it because it is my life, excuse, and therapy. 
Each instrument brings joy to others that have appreciation for it. 
You have no appreciation since you never come to free concerts that are open to the public. 
Will you read my words or will you simply like it or leave a comment? 
It may even go over your head. The grass is only greener on the other side when the caretaker 
takes care of it. 
My instruments are my soul and spirit. 
Without them I would be like you. 
Odio tu.

You end up asking why I complain about life and its imperfections. 
I complain about it because I believe in perfection. 
I complain because I have a voice. 
I complain because I am tired of living in a fantasy that has no parole. 
Above all I complain because I will not settle for anything less than the best. 
I am not content because I will always strive for more.

There will come a time that you wish you were mine; because, I have more than a dime. 
In your eyes I will have more to offer. 
In my eyes I will see that you want one thing from me. 
Honestly, you had a chance back then but you saw what I did not have. 
In truth you failed to see what I had to offer. 
Anyone can spend another person’s money; but it takes a real person to help the other one fly 
when their wings have fallen.

In the end I will say this “I stood tall and did it my way.”
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