Dec 2015
I used to be an instrument that played harmonious sounds when its
strings were touched by others.
Until one day you came along
and tried to play me
But it turns out your fingers were knives that 'broke my strings'.
strings were touched by others.
Until one day you came along
and tried to play me
But it turns out your fingers were knives that 'broke my strings'.
A little reference is made from the book 'Paper Towns' by John Green. The strings inside me broke... And the instrument cannot play like it used to anymore.
