This is the third poem, called "Playing Away the Pain". These poems aren't in any order, like I said in the previous. This can be applied to both guitarists, but suits one more than the other. Try to guess and see who it happens to be!
I played away the pain,
Fingering those frets
Until my fingers bled.
I wanted to be the best.
I picked until I screamed,
With the anger of my past,
And I kept playing,
Kept playing away the pain.
I'm aiming for perfection,
That golden glow in sight,
I'm aiming for the best and
I won't let my dreams go.
I'll strum those strings until they break,
I'll tune my guitar until my hands are weak.
I'll do anything to achieve my goal,
Anything to make myself the best.
I'll do anything!
Just so long as I can change,
Just so long as I can escape,
Escape her and destroy everything.
I'll sacrifice it for my dreams,
So my guitar will be forever.
I'll give it all up,
So I can be a god!
I'll play away the pain,
So I will be flawless,
Perfection,
Painless, free.
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