Sometimes I wonder:
Is this the place to see
Is this the place to be
Is this the place for me...
Sometimes I doubt if
Is this the life I chose
Or am I like one of those
Whose destiny is closed.
Having this guitar
As my true only friend,
Keeping me out of the bar,
Somehow delaying my end,
Is like being in a shell
Watching the world passing by
But it is still no less than hell
Because I'm living a lie.
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