Nov 2019
You used my heart strings for your acoustic guitar,
Strung them along until they snapped,
So I drowned them in sorrows at the bar,
Mourning a love that had been kidnapped.
Strung them along until they snapped,
So I drowned them in sorrows at the bar,
Mourning a love that had been kidnapped.
(21/M/Birmingham, England)
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