Strings of Life

As my fingers run around the strings
All kinds of thoughts fill my mind and heart.
Memories from long ago... when i used not to care neither know the meaning of pain...
Memories from long ago... when my heart was stabed times and times again...
Now i look around me and i am alone...
All those who tried to live the dream with me are no longer here...
Inside me... i almost feel my heart beating with excitement that the sound of this strings used to fill me with...
And the next second the tears fall down my face...
As the notes flow so do my memories...
I used to laught... i used to cry...
And now all thats left is a big nothing...
They say that music must come with feeling...
Maybe thats why it does not sound anything like it used to...
Maybe i've became an empty shell... from all delusions i've been trough
In the end playing this strings its no more than a choronology of events
That were recorded in this strings...
They are the strings of life.