Dec 2018
twenty one frets
for my six stretched strings
I learned the words to covers,
but I never learned to sing
but when Iām sitting in my room
my hands on my guitar
my heart beats like a metronome
and I feel like a star
for my six stretched strings
I learned the words to covers,
but I never learned to sing
but when Iām sitting in my room
my hands on my guitar
my heart beats like a metronome
and I feel like a star
I'm a legend in my own mind, at least.
(25/F/West Virginia)
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