Short Stories

The strings of my guitar:

D, Em, C,G, Asus2. 

I strum the guitar, time passes by.  The more I sit there the more I think about the pain of my past, he's always there and it triggers it everytime, the pain hits me hard everytime. I am reminded of the harsh words, horrible feelings.  I feel hostile, like I'm on his turf.  But really it's nobody's turf.  I know I'm walking down this road alone, my shadow's the only one that walks with me, and my heart beats faster and faster everytime.  I may have moved on but I'm still reminded everytime, his haircuts changed but he's still the same person.

Drip, drip, drop.

The tears run down my face as I am reminded of what haunts me, those horrible feelings causes me heartache, I may move away from him.  But still no matter where I go he's always there. 

When I turn the corner, when I sit down, when I walk around with my friends, when I'm at the basketball quarts.  He's always there with asshole friends, it drives me insane. 

I don't wanna hear sad songs anymore, only wanna hear love songs.

I don't wanna sing mad songs anymore, I only wanna sing good songs .