10/15/09

I can't sing
and I don't know how to play
but I really wish
I hadn't smashed that guitar away.
Because I have so much I need to say
but my throat closes up
and I promise to try again another day.
Try again another day,
try again another day.
Well, winter's coming
and I don't mind.
Life is changing
in such a cruel and unusal way.
The only home I have now
is one I must create;
I guess this is growing up the hard way.
But I have some good friends
I love them more than they'll ever know,
I'll learn guitar and tell them
in a secret decoded song
I love you
I love you
I love you
emotional scars and all.