ok so i posted the first version of this a few days ago and seeing as how that thread died i thought i'd post the revised version for you all btw for those who didn't see the original it's acoustic and is about how i write to get things off my chest not to please other peoples tastes

everything i've seen in the past
is engraved inside my memory
and all the pain i endure lasts
it still hurts why can't you see
all the times that you pushed me back
have burned a hole right through my brain
my skin is charred my skull is cracked
from words you've said while you're on attack
these lies are not so much epics
as expressions of everything i've seen
i shouldn't have fallen for your tricks
i needed help where have you been
i haven't got time
to argue with you
about such trivial things

Squier Vintage Modified Telecaster Deluxe
Squier Vintage Modified Jaguar
Blackstar ht-5 head
Blackstar ht-408 cab
Landola V72 Acoustic
Seymour Duncan Woody SC

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