/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / 際際滷Share feed for 際際滷shows by User: RabiaAdmani https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/profile-photo-RabiaAdmani-48x48.jpg?cb=1523012439 Theres blood running down my fingers From the strings of my guitar Tears stain it's polished wood As I'm trying to find myself in the stars Looking out this window With my guitar in my hands I cradle it close to my heart Because it is the sole thing that understands It never asks me why Never wants me to explain It simply accepts the strumming That is the symphony of my pain My guitar has seen the secrets No one else will ever see But no matter what it knows It doesn't turn away from me These strings cut my thumb and fingers Bidding them to bleed But the blood and pain is worth it For the few hours that I am free Living in my music Sheltered in the sound It holds me in its tight embrace And