Me and my guitar



 Me and my guitar, we’re sitting

Here, all alone.

Trying out some simple chords

To fill this empty home.

Fingers strumming a straight 4/4,

Progress chords, from G to C.

All that’s missing is the heart and soul,

It got stolen away from me.

So why do I fall so hard

Upon your walls of stone?

And why do I dream we’re happy,

And then wake up, alone?

I guess me and my guitar should carry on together,

Music makes a house a home…


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I'm a writer and musician

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