Sometimes i wonder if you're happy with who you are, if you really feel good as you appear to feel or if you're just a lonely, heartless human being, incapable of feeling something other than the need to impress as many persons as possible and who finds himself succumbing inevitably to the pressures of society, transforming then, into a phony being who doesn't know who he is and whose happiness consists on the number of persons he can convince of liking him rather than the amount of love he could ever have for himself.