Everyone leaves someday,
Then you'll be left alone.
And slowly your heart
Will turn into stone.
So find something
That'll truely stay.
That won't let you
Walk alone your way.
I found the guitar,
My wooden toy,
It fills my life
With lust and joy.
Playing sad chords,
Pulling the strings,
Just like an angel
Is spreading his wings.
Alone is all
That we are.
It's just me
And my guitar.
And after all
You must confess,
Art never comes
From happiness.
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