My neck is sore, it yearns for touch

To be held once again is what I desire

My hollow body longs for such 

Passion in the hands of the one I admire

I’ve been silent too long

Once a loud, eager soul

Diminished to a silent song

No thoughts echo from my hole

The strings of my heart are soon to decay

Out of tune, I no longer sing a sweet sound

My voice is sickly, my melodies are grey

An instrument is able to frown

I’ve been left out to warp

Oh, how my life is now agony

My frets were clear and sharp

Now I fret without harmony

To be loved and cherished

It’s what makes any guitar feel finer

A lonely guitar is soon to perish

A lonely guitar feels like E minor

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