I am a beat up, old guitar
I sit in a stand
I stand when he sits
I am a beat up, old guitar
I am a beat up, old guitar
I do not shine
I seldom smile
I hide him when he's feeling shy
I am a beat up, old guitar
I feel no pain
I sing its name
I cry the tears he cannot make
I'm warped from time
I'm out of tune
I do not know a lie from truth
Yet I watch him sink
I feel his fall
I catch his every solemn call
He presses me to his lonely heart
I am his old, beat up guitar
Dedicated to any lonely musician
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