My Music and You

As i plucked the strings
All i think is little crazy things
With a melody im trying to play
Everything in my mind goes in a wrong way

Playing this stupid old guitar
My mind widely went to far
It keep me so sick
Until a felt the string of it picked

When i moved to play beat box
everything goes to rockz
but suddenly i cried
to stop my self i already tried

Because music makes me remember about you
it holds back everything we used to do
no wonder if you call me emotional
but still,no one can replace him,his exceptional.