Acostumbrado

Accustomed..
to having everything in my hands
even what I have and have achieved
No one has given it to me.
Accustomed..
to never being rejected
By the one that my eyes
or my heart have liked
And here you see me.. alone again..
Some say I am not worthy of anyone
or many people are confused
because of my profession as a singer
and I sing more.. than I can speak..
I sing to God with my guitar
and to everyday things
to love and to the women
who have passed through my life
and for being a straightforward man
and speaking the truth
I have offended many
And I have to confess
that to be what I am
I have suffered a lot.
Accustomed..
to being hated as well as loved..