Tying strings to all my fingers,
Trying to remember to forget,
All the haunting memories,
All the tears I ever shed,

Trying to remember to think of what lies ahead,
And forget my sadfilled past,
Think of the present and live for the now,
Knowing I now have purpose in this world again,

Whenever I'm upset,
I can let the music play,
Let myself finally forget,
And remove the strings from my fingers,
For they have started to decay.