you say my gutair is shitty
yet i still play it
my soul is tuning
slowly back to normal
healing stich by stich
you say that you have raised me
and yet i learned all on my own
rasing myself
gradually tuning
my maturtiy and my suicidal attempts
I crashed my own life
like riffs making my fingers bloddy
made good grades
cried and comforted myself
all at the same time of tuning
tuning my shitty gutair
the only thing that i need in life
life was my track and all i needed was the chords to help me find my way
the wood for me to hold and the srtings for me to control

 
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