Plucking Hearts Strings, Singing Out Of Tune.
I picked up myself for the first time today. I played on my guitar the saddest song. The strings wept and the frets broke down. And we cried all day long. Nothing grips as tight as the surrounding darkness, which plauges my mind. These notes whisper the sweet things I could've said, but with nothing in my heart I am a book unread. But I'll always lift my head up high. Cause I know beyond the chours, and the verses is the end of this song.