Broken Guitar Strings.

Pling pling,
Sing, sing.
And I'll play my guitar.
Together, two parts,
I'll play my guitar,
Pling, pling.
You sing.

The rain is coming,
Keep singing,
I feel it, something,
Keep dreaming.

I tried,
Oh so hard.
No lies.
I don't even know where to start.

It's pooring,
The rain stings,
My mind is roaring,
Your voice sings.

Hit my guitar strings,
Pling, Pling.
I listen to your voice sing.
Sing, sing.

Through the weather,
The rain,
It washes away.
Down the storm drain.

There goes my show,
My only way to survive.
I don't know,
How I'll manage to stay alive.

With you gone,
The song is all wrong.
No singing,
I hear no voice with my guitar plinging.

The storm drain,
Dripping away my pain.
I'll lay in the rain.
And let it wash away my pain.

The storm drain,
The storm drain,
Just wash away my pain.
As I lay here in the rain.

You left me to die,
I try, and I try.
My guitar is worth nothing,
Without your angel voice singing.

Oh rain,
Wash it all away.
Take back my pain,
Send it down the storm drain.

Let it lurk beneath the city streets,
Through the sewers, let it creep.
Back to my mind, It will find.
Just let it be, and in my thoughts it will soon seep.

Just let me be.
You left me.
With no voice.
I had no choice.

I stayed in the rain,
I let it wash at the pain,
All that's left is this cold feel.
I need a doctor, I need warmth to steal.

My guitar strings go pling pling,
And only I can hear your voice sing.
The people don't care,
They all stop and stare,
As the cold takes over.
I drop lower and lower.
I'm fully submurged,
In the frozen lake.
And in that last final moment,
My guitar strings break.