the stage calls
the stage calls but my voice is gone the strings of my instruments are torn
my inspiration was lost no was taken from me for to long i cant take it
im ripping holes in my head trying to fix this problem on my own
i know i can do nothing to save me but i still try hoping
my voice will return my strings will repair themselves
and ill be able to create once again and set my art free
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