My Guitar
Good riddance. I still have my guitar.
Long before I met you
I held a guitar to my breast
It played music
It warmed me
It brought delight to my heart
Now you say it is over
I hear that
That is
Where my guitar
Comes in
It plays music
It warms me
It brings delight to my heart
Something you never did
Your clawing
Your scratching
Your controlling
The time you spent at work
With your colleagues
But not with me
But luckily
I have my guitar
It plays music
It warms me
It brings delight to my heart
Something you never did
I held a guitar to my breast
It played music
It warmed me
It brought delight to my heart
Now you say it is over
I hear that
That is
Where my guitar
Comes in
It plays music
It warms me
It brings delight to my heart
Something you never did
Your clawing
Your scratching
Your controlling
The time you spent at work
With your colleagues
But not with me
But luckily
I have my guitar
It plays music
It warms me
It brings delight to my heart
Something you never did
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