What if I tell you of the brokenness in me,
Of the battles fought and how I emerged the loser,
Of the scars I hide behind my mask,
Would you value me the same?
What if I tell you of the paths I walked,
Of how along the straight paths I stumbled,
Of how in broad daylight, I missed a step,
Would you like others call me a mess?
What if one day you come to my place
And in the dark you found me sitting
With tears breaking the banks of my eyes,
Would you call me weak?
What if you looked around and saw my rickety violin
With stray strands of strings
And its bow beside it placed,
Would you remind me of how I mess up the lyrics?