Everytime a string pops it's replaced.
It's just like people.
As one goes another comes in.
But the other is usually forgotten.
Sometimes I get so sick about the way people handle their situations.
So all i do is sit and look sad because their is nothing to be happy about.
I use to go around hating the world.
But in a sense I still do.
Can't find truth, Only lies are here.
Most of the time I can't understand how people can just be replaced.
Think about it we are not as easy as guitar strings.
