Guitar Man
by Bread



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I remember the first time I heard this song,
I was in my room, contemplating the meaning of life,
conjugating verbs, solving math problems
and understanding the universe,
I said to my self,
“Wow, this song is pretty cool.
I would give anything and sell my soul
to become a real Guitar Man.”

Following my dream of becoming a real musician.
Being able to play music, as long as you please.
From one place to another,
24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 4 weeks a month, 12 months a year,
365 days, 52 weeks,
525,600 minutes.

I don’t really know where I was going with that.

What I am trying to say was,
now that I am older,
I realized that
I am glad I didn’t sell my soul for musical talent.

I would rather have a gorgeous body and chiseled good looks.

Screw talent!
Beautiful people can get away with anything
and get whatever they want.

That’s the lesson for today.

I have no clue what I am saying here.
I am an ass.
And a loser.

Are you still reading this?
Why are you still reading this?