Amy plays guitar

Amy plays guitar, her fender her heart
a blanket to comfort against the hurt
stands on stage centrepiece of the band
the spotlights glare, this should be dreamland

Amy feels the rhythm, picking notes that sing
the piece a sad song, an upbeat tone hiding the sting
a deceit to disguise her fears, plays a part to detract
no one knows her truths, all just an act

A pretty girl, opened so many doors
a world she wished she had never explored
all the backstabbing, corrupt, vile leeches
feeding off her misery, her broken pieces

The band lives on her fame, her name
never knowing the hurt and pain
she writes her words, picks her life apart for her art
Amy alone wears the scars, cut straight into her heart

Whips the crowd into a frenzy, a sea of energy
singing her words back at her, releasing the painful memories
calling for more, or are they baying for blood
every night she leaves the stage her tears flood

Amy played guitar, now shes in the stars above
couldn't take the pain of another show, she unplugged
as she looked down at the street below
she soared one last time, she flew

Thanks for reading,
Kyle.