I found you on a backyard store
Spent seventy bucks on your shady chords
Broke up my life upon your silver strings
But then you cursed me
Made a fool of me!
I threw you on a trash can
But you were standing near my bed next night
I tried all the stuffs to leave you behind
But I couldn't, I
Cursed, cursed be the day that I found you
Cursed, cursed be the moment I wished you
Cursed, cursed be my fortune and skills
Cursed, cursed my own ambitious will
I wish I could not touch you
But my hands don't own me anymore
My wishes are trying to
Still alive
But I already choosed
I will die
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