You take me as I am
Into your new scarred hands
and when I run so far away
you always call me back again
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not matter what ive done
amazing grace has found me here
because of what you've done, for me

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It's been my life for the past few years. Something that I grew to love even more over the past year. And now, I've come to the stage where it has become a chore, the sheer love of practise eroded by your constant comments. I still love the game, and the beauty of it. It's hard to love it now, because of your targets, expectations and comments, which you know nothing about.

You act like I don't try. Everytime something is suggested to me, I try it, even if it's difficult or something that I'm not used to. Just when I get the hang of it, I get switched again. It's a never ending cycle, and when I don't perform, I get frustrated. And at that point, you don't seem to know how to encourage. You ask instead why is it so bad. If you were in my shoes, what would you do. I told that to Dad's friend, about my constant switching and the frustrations I face in not being able to do what I'm used to constantly. He told me to stick to what's comfortable and play for score for the time being. Don't listen to what people tell you if you're not comfortable. Now you tell me that he's not coming down anymore, means I'm not going to get taught again.

So you're trying to say it's my fault? You think I'm happy with the last few scores? Do you even know that my shoulder was hurting?