It had felt like....well, actually it had been a long time since she saw a bed, let alone a nice room such as this.

She was soon settled into the cozy abode, sitting cross legged and barefoot at the foot of the bed, her beat up acoustic sitting in her lap.  She strummed her guitar softly with her pick, her fingers gracefully moving up the frets and playing every chord precisely, closing her eyes and singing to herself, letting the music take her...elsewhere...

[color=6ecff6][i]"Your sorry eyes 
They cut through the bone
They make it hard 
To leave you alone...

Leave you here 
Wearing your wounds
Waving your guns 
At somebody new...

Baby you're lost
Baby you're lost
Baby you're a lost cause.

I'm tired of fighting, yeah
I'm tired of fighting
Fighting for a lost cause..."[/i][/color]

And with a last, resonating strum of the strings, her last lyric sung, she sighed and set her guitar aside.