When the blue skies turn to gray
What a tragedy they'll say
And when the fingers point at you
All those lies will show through all of you

I'm trying to be who you want me to be
I'm trying to see who you want me to see
But in this moment I am blind
The deafening sight of you is stuck, in my mind

It was a horrible joke to play
All you did was get in my[stretch to] way

Working on the rest still.
What do you think of so far?
I got some good guitars, yo.