Among Broken Guitar Strings

We fall.
We break.
We cry.
We scream.
We lose it all.
We find it again.

Did I mention they didn't think I was good enough?
Even Ethan agreed when they told me they wanted me to change my look.
I conformed.
I hated it.
I hate myself for it.

So here I am.
Blonde.
Heavy makeup.
Too much black.
Too much white.
Where's all the color?

Oh yeah!
It's in Paiden's hair.
Blue.
Blue?

So she gets to front the band, and I get to play back up guitar?
So Ethan gets to play lead and start fucking her like nothing ever mattered?
So our drummer hated me from the minute we met and never gave me a chance?

It's not right.

What about the bass player?
I'm not sure...
He's kind of quiet.

He's cute though.

No one's ugly now.
Well, except me.

I may have been pretty in a small town, but here, living on the music, I'm average.

Paiden has her own small fan base forming.

I have a group of 'fans' asking why I'm even here.