Lyrics

Don’t understand it
The ups, the downs,
The no middle ground
It’s deflating
Self hate, so cruel
The Constant ridicule , and
Ruminating

Criticism comes so easy
Like loathing is the natural state
Of living, feeling, being, and
Hope remains fleeting
No place to rehabilitate

If only I could be

Recreated
As my guitar
Inanimate but full of beauty
Sound echoing
Bellowing humanity
All I’d need would be
Periodic adjustments
To set me on course (I’d be)
Rejuvenated
mid-verse
I could
Turn a peg
Tighten a string
Find life’s middle C
Discover a harmonious chord
Wouldn’t need a lot of
Prodding or testing

Just a little
Picking and strumming
Would be all the therapy I’d need
And life could be a song
Me, myself, and I could get along

Criticism comes so easy
Like loathing is the natural state
Of living, feeling, being, and
Hope remains fleeting
No place to rehabilitate

If only I could be

Recreated
As my guitar
Inanimate but full of beauty
Sound echoing,
Bellowing humanity
All I’d need would be
Periodic adjustments
To set me on course (I’d be)
Rejuvenated
mid-verse
I could
Turn a peg
Tighten a string
Find life’s middle C
Discover a harmonious chord
Wouldn’t need a lot of
Prodding or testing

Just a little
Picking and strumming
Would be all the therapy I’d need
And life could be a song
Me, myself, and I could get along

Life
Life would be a song
Mmm