ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ :)

ꜱᴛʀɪɴɢꜱ.

I'll gladly cut out every string I own,
And assemble them in front of you;
Their imperfections that are impossible to clone
Will hopefully remind you that I can't love you too.
The way they will sway along with the lyrics of your life,
Shall balance out the broken melody I live by,
Because even though I despise the strings for still being alive,
In the end, it's just them and I.

(I know it's another old one, but who cares :) )