Blood on the frets
As I practice and jam
I need something
That will impress my fans
I practice all night
Sleep all day
Play for my friends
But don’t make them pay
I listen to music
To feel at peace
I want to be Mozart
And play fur Elise
I drift away
Into a daze
But this is my passion
Not another craze.
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