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Me Myself and My Guitar
V1.
Who said alone is always lonely?
And who said broken is just the heart?
Who said love is never one way?
And who says the end is always dark?
Tonight no love will lie down with me.
Tonight my heart is cold and void.
Tonight the only arms that hold me,
Are the arms of pain’s melancholy noise.
Ch.
Tonight it’s me, myself, and my guitar
My voice, my tears, my broken heart.
No sound but my own melody.
The rhythmic tale of broken dreams.
Here’s my voice, my tears, my broken heart.
Yes tonight it’s me and my guitar.
V2.
We once sang this song together.
We once harmonized in life.
I once lived to the drumming of your heart ,
But I fell off beat to the strum of time.
Loves a storm and my world is raining.
Pouring lies and soiled dreams.
But the only rain in this room tonight, is tears on mahogany
Ch.
Tonight it’s me, myself, and my guitar
My voice, my tears, my broken heart.
No sound but my own melody.
The rhythmic tale of broken dreams.
Here’s my voice, my tears, my broken heart.
Yes tonight it’s me and my guitar.
V3.
The emptiness inside me
Consumes every other breath.
The shallowness of few words
Has flooded greater depths.
And I always hold my tears
From the view of other eyes
But tonight its only me, an empty heart, and the sky
Yes tonight rhythm and tears fills the voids I can’t deny.
Ch.
Tonight it’s me, myself, and my guitar
My voice, my tears, my broken heart.
No sound but my own melody.
The rhythmic tale of broken dreams.
Here’s my voice, my tears, my broken heart.
Yes tonight it’s me and my guitar.
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