My guitar strums on strings of pain
Listen! To the melody of the rain
The heartbeats have fallen silent
A storm rises in my heart again.
Why does love always draw daggers
And take a spin-drive in a hearse?
Laughter evaporates into tears
No matter how well you rehearse!
The song resonates within
The four walls of a nostalgic inn
I sell the past as souvenir
Rolled up in a delicious muffin.
O! this bloodless wreckage!
The ache is the same at any age
Heavier perhaps with
A head full of baggage.
Would Mozart miss a chord
In an orchestra of discord?
My ballad’s been taken in by a twister
Hope you aren’t deaf my Lord?
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