I am...
How do I define me?
Take a look and you'll see.
When I play my guitar
with my very own hands,
this is what I use
to talk and to stand.
If I can't play any music
to tell my own story,
I'll freeze up and blush,
and choke very slightly.
I'm sorry to say,
but that is true.
I can only define myself
when I have music too.
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