Today I will be the strings that I strum; Gently thundering by the will of my thumb, Constantly changing by rhythm and tone, Based on my finger—No-- based on my bone.
Today I will be the tack in the wall Providing stability for friends in need, I won’t let them loose, I won’t let them fall! And I’ll show them that they can trust me.
Perhaps a digression, perhaps a mad switch Perhaps I’m acting like a ******* But always being taken advantage of Starts to strain my love… so…
Tomorrow I will be servant to no one. Going about the day until my day is done.
But today I’ll be those strings that I strum And tonight I’ll just fill my throat with ***.