It Suffices That You Know Me…

[Long Instrumental Intro]
[Acoustic guitar fingerpicking, warm electric leads building slowly]


[Verse 1]
I harbour no yearning for fame
It suffices that you know me
The virtuous saw virtue, the flawed saw flaws
Each knew me to the extent they required


[Verse 2]
The philosophy of life is peculiar
Evenings linger, yet years swiftly fly
Life is a strange race
In victory, some loved ones are left behind
In defeat, one’s own may abandon you


[Instrumental Interlude]
[Extended guitar solo, melodic and flowing]


[Verse 3]
I often sit on the ground
Embracing my own reality
From the ocean, I learned the art of living
To flow quietly and remain in my own rhythm


[Verse 4]
It’s not that I’m without flaws
But I harbor no deceit
My enemies burn from my style
For ages, my love and friendships have remained unchanged


[Instrumental Interlude]
[Harmonious guitars, building texture]


[Verse 5]
I wore a watch on my wrist
And time began to chase me
I thought I’d find peace after building a home
But the needs of the house turned me into a wanderer


[Verse 6]
Don’t speak of peace; the Sundays of childhood no longer visit
Why does the hustle of life cause the colours of time to fade?
Even a joyous, playful life becomes mundane
There was a dawn when I awoke smiling
Now, often the evening comes without a single smile


[Instrumental Bridge]
[Soft, reflective guitar layers]


[Verse 7]
How far we’ve gone in maintaining relationships
Losing ourselves while seeking our own
People say I smile a lot
Yet I am weary of hiding my pain


[Verse 8]
I am happy and strive to keep everyone happy
Neglecting myself, yet caring for all
I know I hold little value, yet
I cherish priceless relationships with a few


[Long Instrumental Outro]
[Extended melodic guitar fade-out with harmonious layers]


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