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What reason is there to toot your own horn if no one is listening
I took a chance and chose to let her sing to me
and she played me like an instrument
Not realizing that in that moment
she created a bitter sweet song
It use to be that for her
My heart would beat like a drum
And now it beats like a gong
A snare is what she's become
Her voice use to be like the sound of a church chorus
Singing amazing grace
But now I can't bare her tone
She's got my thoughts going back and forth like the handle on a trombone
All I was trying to do is create a nice melody for us
So that one day we could create a symphony
But I guess that I was playing it in the wrong chord
I guess my rhythm is not like yours
I dance to a different beat
Id rather hear a violin
you'd rather hear a guitar
