The strings under my fingers;
not making them linger.
Placed where they should be;
Fitting together so perfectly.
I long to hear the constant strumming.
I don't care who is out there listening.
The guitar's distortion is my passion;
the clean sound will soon enough be in action.
The pick is already held in hand;
the amp is turned up for me and the band.
The moment is so close; is so near.
Everyone can hardly wait to hear.
The song being intensely played
gives all my buried feelings away.
I sing with all of my bleeding heart;
hoping things won't fall apart.
I can't explain what's happening.
Inside, I let go of everything I bring.
This is what I've waited for;
to lay my sensibility out on the floor.
We're all perfectly blended as one
from the bass to the stunning drums.
The rhythm and beats; we've got it made
until the last vibration of my strings start to fade.
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