As my fingers move swiflty across the frets,
A familiar tune is played each time the guitar pick glides across the strings like a blade to my wrist,
A tune of love,
A tune of sorrow,
A tune that bleeds into tomorrow.
As the sun's ray softly caresses her gentle face,
As the wind blows her Golden hair,
Her soul is broken,
No one knows,
No one cares,
About the scars inside,
Her worn heart,
And dead soul,
She hides from Love,
As the angels cry from above.
As liquid crystals run down my face,
My heart starts to slow,
And my blood doesnt flow,
My heart breaks in half,
My eyes look at the floor,
As I collapse,
Broken.
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