People think guys are tough inside and out. People think they're all about brawn, looking cool, being that talented one, that air of mystery around them. But not me. I'm not like the others.
I'm nowhere near being muscular, I'm nowhere near being cool, and I never have an air of mystery around me. I'm just who I am, simple Sam, who lives his life like an open book.
I share my life with everyone close to me.
I tell them my problems.
I share my joys with them.
I attribute my success to them.
I listen to their problems.
I hear their miseries.
I feel their pain.
I know their sorrows.
But will no one be me, for me?
Am I to live as I have, forever?
Even having music with me throughout isn't enough.
Meh.
People are drifting away.
Ripple by ripple.
Soon I'll be in the middle.
With just a small puddle around me.
Where have they gone?
Things are falling apart.
Doing what I can to intervene.
Be the listening ear.
Offer advice and show care.
Provide comfort.
Trying to stay neutral.
Examine my heart well.
Think through my thoughts thoroughly.
Is it real?
How will I ever know?
This time of my life.
It really isn't mine.
It's anyone's but mine.
So how do I live?
When I barely have time for myself?
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