Lady Of The House

When all is lost and nothings gone the break up the death and having no one i truly feel i can cry on Not their problem they did nothing its the way i distance myself from loving the loving And one cannot have love if one does not love therefore i will be lone and loveless lost Now music hath find its way back to me my heart welcomes thee for you love me only with harmonies thee doth not find imperfect in me for my imperfect is what makes me unique and perfect be. a tune a strum a chord a hum you do not ever break from me you do not ever die or act out nasty deeds you do not judge or bitch or moan or ask where i've been when i come home yawning early morning you do not cost a dollar or cent yet when i feel seemless you allow me to call and whistle out my tears i strum harder because i dont care who hears and with you i have no fear to give it my all because i know its you i can truly call upon cry on love feel contentment free me, my guitar my music crescendo be.