He couldn't make it sing
The strings had grown so worn
They made his fingers bleed
These songs are all asleep
They lay dormant inside me
This vacant recitation
I can't resuscitate them
Won't you play a song for me?
Let the words escape your mouth
Scream out what you've lost!
For In song, it will be found!
He broke his old guitar
He smashed it on his bed post
Where he used to dream of lovers
Kissing his forehead Goodmorning
-Me
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