Are you happy, green eyed Monster?
Are you happy, with your place?
What's the use of being haunted?
Your story, for glory, is right there in you.
Are you happy, Monster?
Tell me, you seem so calm alone, but I don't know whether to believe what you say.
Maybe I'm wrong,
or maybe you stay alone so that no one can prove the opposite, you understand?
Morals and ethics, or aesthetics, what do you mean?
You're not the type who preaches without having made sacrifices.
And are you happy alone, without friends?< br/>Sorry Monster, I don't believe you, it's harder said than done.
If understanding each other is already a feat between humans
who don't distinguish being monsters from being strange,
For us, being strangers already implies distrust,
The slightest confidence like Hello come of are you calling?.
And who are you, Monster? I don't know you.
You would understand that deep down I am more of a monster than you,
because I am often terrified of everything I don't know,
without even having the doubt that I can love like me .
Are you happy, green eyed Monster?
Are you happy, with your place?
What's the use of being haunted?
Your story, for glory, is right there in you.
Hello Monster, I'm writing to you again, I don't know how to talk to you.
In fact, even before I can't get close to you.
I hope you read everything,
He's not ugly who doesn't you can look, but who can't look at you.
Every person has two parts within themselves, if not more:
on one shoulder there is Gabriele, on the other there is Beelzebub.
Don't ask yourself or ask me which is worth more,
I only know that the first one stays down more often.
And you, Monster, tell me instead, how are you?
I write to you and ask you, but you never answer me.
And who knows if one day or another you will write to me,
answering is All ok, ma è All the same down here.
You know, we would have a lot to say to each other, to chat.
But I understand that we only have to learn from you:
you don't know what selfishness is,
because in order not to scare others, you stay alone with yourself.
I'll explain, understanding each other is already a feat between humans
who don't distinguish being monsters from being strange,
/>for us, being strangers already implies distrust,
the slightest confidence like Hello come of are you calling?.
And who are you, Monster? I don't know you.
You would understand that deep down I am more of a monster than you,
because I am often terrified of everything I don't know,
but now I know that we are the same and that you can dream like me.
Are you happy, green eyed Monster?
Are you happy, with your place?
What's the use of being haunted?
Your story...

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