A song on the guitar,
The tune is right, but the lyrics are wrong,
And oh so very far,
Unlike here where words never fail to come,
Though, would you like these sung?
Truth be told a song's what this form's based on,
Maybe one day you all will sing along,
Not that this is what one wishes to hear,
Let's face it, no feelings,
Are touched as you read what I'm telling you,
This is just for healing.
That's not the word,
See? Now this is all wrong,
I want to tie something up with a bow,
I think I'll try to write another song.
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