I wish I could rip out my vocal cords
And string them to a violin
But the tune would be shrill and painful
And just not beautiful at all
Or I could pull out
The veins of my wrist
And strum them on a guitar
But they would groan and strain
Into each key change
Because it seems my pain isn't
Good Enough
To make a Beautifully Melancholy Chorus.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
I wish I could rip out my vocal cords
And string them to a violin
But the tune would be shrill and painful
And just not beautiful at all
Or I could pull out
The veins of my wrist
And strum them on a guitar
But they would groan and strain
Into each key change
Because it seems my pain isn't
Good Enough
To make a Beautifully Melancholy Chorus.
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