My voice is still wrecked from when I was coughing up my lung but I picked up the guitar and started playing through really old songs. This one brings me back to college with a friend who would knock on my door many times, day or night, with tears streaming down her face. The only thing she wanted was for me to play my guitar and sing to her. This was one of the songs she would repeatedly request.
Because of these interactions with her, I ended up writing something in her point of view. I later turned that into a forty-second piano ballad which is still hilarious to me because I don’t even know how to play the piano. It’s still one of my favourite, most powerful pieces ever.
Well, I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you’d want the same for me…
So you’re gone and I’m haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out
Of my life?
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