i am the instrument
play me with delicacy play me with trust play me with a song in your heart play me like you love me for once my strings are broken thats when i begin to snap.
and its not my fault if you make me snap. i already snapped. all my strings have finally been worn down.
what does it come down to?
it all comes down to you.
you you you
how you took my soul and played its final note.
how you of all people destroyed the joyous music that used to sing from my mouth, but now only plays with fire.
thats all i see
fire
its your fault, and i hope that someday
someway
you learn how to REALLY play
i am the instrument.