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Ending Music




Bracing myself as I picked the guitar
Ravaged memories left with a scar.
Echoing a tune from a weakened heart,
Assuaged by a promise that you broke apart.
Thinking how can honesty be betrayed?
Hoping to find answers, but there’s none I’m afraid.
In as much as I want to play our song,
Notes don’t simply come along,
Going back to how things went wrong.

Heaven help me, please stop our melody,
Oh let me have the strength to forget our story,
Putting down this guitar, trying to break our music,
Esoteric dreams turned to a nightmare so tragic.
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