I spent a whole night with my guitar.
The only thing that could take me out of any awful situation is my guitar.
His name is Dean. He knows all my laughters and tears. He has seen my heaviest emotion, and experienced my toughest depression.
He murmurs to me when I am down, and sings together with me when I am happy.
We are waiting for the same thing, though the whole world is going to dump me, he is mine.
What's Your Road? 