all she wants to do is cry.
and she can't.
not over you.
not over now.
she tried forcing herself.
she listened to all the honest boys playing guitar on her ipod.
it seems those are the only honest boys she knows.
but maybe they are only honest because she doesn't really know them.
it's a gift to bring out the worst in people.
it's a lie that you brought out the best in me.
you should think before you act.
she sits here, guitar in hand, wishing she could play.
only she cant.
it's a waste of unused emotion.
she just sits and listens to those who can play.
she can't help but think she's wasting their emotion.
and they play straight to her heart.
too bad her heart went on vacation and won't be back until the hurricane is over.
try to understand.
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