Today I stopped breathing, but I got three new strings, I know a tune, a sad tune, but my strings can play it beautifully. I can smile and I can laugh, I will eat and I will remain, but gone I am, as my heart has no beat, currently lost, confused and different.

I'm in another body, the body of a girl; she is a little short, and hair full of curls, her chest is sore, her breathing is no more, her head shaken mass, and failing strength and will.

Here I am, but here be not I, this is not me, and me this is not, I am lost and confused, cold and tired, in another body, in a fake body, we can pull smiles, a puppet be this girl, control her, or try, but she is forsaken, leave her here with me, leave her here to die.


(For real though, i replaced broken guitar strings and tuned it, and can now play it again, even if im shit and can only play a few shit things).