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While My Guitar Gently Screams
My strings snap my skin while trying to make some decent music.
Little drops of blood fall on Tom but I keep on playing because the melody helps me cope with the shattering mirrors that are reality. I'm sorry Tom, but I have to keep playing, or I'll go senile. Tom you help me be at peace and remember all the little things from each day that everyone else overlooks. Tom, you are the best fucking friend a gal can have. Your soft sobbing gives me a small high while my fingers touch your neck, which vibrates with each chord I switch to. Blood makes the sound seem infinite.
Little drops of blood fall on Tom but I keep on playing because the melody helps me cope with the shattering mirrors that are reality. I'm sorry Tom, but I have to keep playing, or I'll go senile. Tom you help me be at peace and remember all the little things from each day that everyone else overlooks. Tom, you are the best fucking friend a gal can have. Your soft sobbing gives me a small high while my fingers touch your neck, which vibrates with each chord I switch to. Blood makes the sound seem infinite.
Published 29th Jun 2014
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