Fix me

Is this all you want it to be?

A broken string, unused hands

An unplayed melody

It's not my fault I live this way

It's not my fault it cannot play

You broke it, you can fix it

Fix it

Fix me.

I'm staring at the abyss, at the point of no return

I'm screaming


Fix it, fix it, fix it.

You don't care to hear me any more.

So why should I try?

The End

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