every problem that comes into my life..

every frown that appears on my face..
every tear that falls down these eyes..
they all happen for a reason..
and there is meaning to every bit of emoness i feel in me..
i promised myself i wouldn't be like this..
...that emo was a thing of the past
a phase in my life that i gladly overcame.
but i guess its haunting me.

every time my face wrinkles up, and a smile is shown..
every little part of me that still believes..
every bit of faith i have in me..
you know its because of you.
because only you have the power to make my misery disappear.
my guitar doesn't mean anything anymore..
it's all YOU.

when i left you,
when i gave up my hopes and feelings for someone else..
..someone who deserves to smile more than i do..
..someone who's happiness means more than mine,
i gave up the only thing in the world that could calm me down..
..i gave up my guitar
because you are the reason i play..
you are the reason i write..
you are the reason i sing..
not to make me feel better,
but because you tell me to every time im down.
because you feel the same magic i do when i play the guitar..
because you have your violin..
because you know how much music means to me..
whats anything if i don't have you?

the smiles you see on my face..
..they're plastic.
but when i truly smile,
deep down from my heart..
it may be rare...
...but it's pure
because the reason i do it is
YOU

you're my guitar pick..
..without you, how could i ever play?