My hands race across the piano
Many regrets, many pains, many sorrows
I play my piano once more, hoping to relieve my torture
My hands pick at the guitar
I lost everything to my gambles and gambits
I play my guitar once more, hoping to never make the same mistake
My hands hold the drumsticks and bang out a beat
It would be nice to live once more
I play my drum once more, cause its the only thing I do
Our hands play music because that seems to be the only message everyone understands
We lost many things in our lives
We play our instruments once more, hoping others do not make the same mistake we did.
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