This is my first song that I ever wrote and published to let others see. Give me your honest opinion, good or bad.
To many chances have been given to me
This is turning into a catastrophe
Just point me to where my heart is
And I'll point you to where you belong
Open arms and cut wrist
Tragity has a tight grip
just point me to where my heart is
I'm trying to find the answers, to this endless mystery
(and I'll point you to where my heart is)
Heart filled with hate and anger
You were the perfect stranger
You saw the light in me that I was afraid to show
but now I'm letting go
I let you in
(you tore my heart apart)
Everything that you say hurts me
But this is the last time that you'll ever have to worry
You got away with murder
(Of. My. Love.)
YOU ARE READING
Sally - Prologue
Short StoryA guitarist had bad experiences in life and has trouble expressing his feelings to his gf, so he decides to write songs instead of just talking about his issues. And so, music is therapy.
