Who I am – I asked myself, my selfish thinking ego. What am I – I asked myself – And I can’t find a good tasting, good looking and just a good answer.
It’s too difficult. It’s too private, too privat for myself.
Mmmhh … I’m a little bit proud of my selfishness.
But if I telling me the question “What the people said” it could only be worse …
«The boy with more than one girl inside his heart» … «The boy with more than one girl inside his mind» … «The boy who had no brain but a dick» … «The boy who is called «male bitch» and more» … «The boy who want to loves up everybody» …
Ain’t got no good name – But what can I buy with only a good name. But maybe I know me better than the people know me. But …
… Who cares.
The only truth is – I care …
And the life goes on and on.
People are still talking People are still quiet People are still living People are still dying
Nobody needs a good name.
If you get one – be proud of it. If you get none – be proud of it too.
Who I am – I still can’t find a answer – And it’s O.K.. Where I am – I’m on earth and that’s important.
And that’s the complete truth …