Out of tune.

I play the guitar a few hours now.
Tune isn’t the same anymore.
Maybe it’s time for a break.
I need to dress up my sadness with a smile.
I feel like a grape in the ground, just cut from the vines.
Sometimes I wish that you will open the door.
Maybe not.
The only think that's real, is that every time I wear your sunglasses,
I can see through your eyes, and tears wash away my loneliness.