Me and my guitar

People always say,
Orr this is going too far.
Why should you always win?
You don't have to reach all the stars.
And people always say,
that I'm spending too much time on the top.
That I don't know anything else,
than live in the cream of the crop.

Maybe I'm a sinner, I don't know,
Maybe I'm trussing strings and later throw.

Tell me, something is wrong in my head?
Tell me if you stood the way I stand.
When shadows will come. I won't be here.
Tell me you will miss me there,
Tell me you won't give me a glare.
When I'll be above, above the stars.
Alone.
Just me and my guitar.

People might think,
that nothing is important for me.
Like a wanderer, I'm getting too lazy,
to deal with my problems when they dread.
All the people are so wrong,
You know that I'm not this kind.
This is quite embarrassing,
that this is what on their minds.

Maybe I'm a sinner, I don't know,
Maybe I'm trussing strings and later throw.

Tell me, something wrong in my head?
Tell me if you stood the way I stand.
When shadows will come. I won't be here.
Tell me you will miss me there,
Tell me you won't give me a glare.
When I'll be above, above the stars.
Alone.
Just me and my guitar.
Just me and my guitar.
Just me and my guitar.