...half of learning what to play is what learning not to play....

[_intentionally_]

my fingers have sang a million love songs
my hands have been in so many accidents
scars can appear so daunting and tragic
yet in times of bold success, you can look back
and be somewhat proud of them...
my bloodstream stands poisoned and hungry
my arms have sang a million dollars worth
injected pain misery and experience
this infection will never leave me.....
i need acceptance.
i need forgiveness.