This Chord Plus That Chord Video (MV)

I can't count how many times I've picked up my guitar
Since the day I picked up that phone
How many ideas, how many lyrics, I have scribbled down
Crossed out and eventually thrown
How many notes I've plucked seeking to drown out my grief
Hoping this chord plus that chord will somehow equal relief
It's always been how I deal with everything I feel
Until it's been put in a song I don't think that it's real
Ever since I was a teenage kid living in an "Anti Me World"
Yearning for love, yearning for mystery, for an "Unknown Girl"
Raging at God, raging at life, raging at hypocrisy
Raging at the universe, raging at my f*cked-up family
While the rest of society may be "Culturally Dead"
I found solace translating all of the thoughts inside my head
Into art, that somehow kept most, of the darkness at bay
A guitar on my shoulder, a pen, a mic and stage
No "Reality Casualty" no "Too Lazy To Live"
I'd write myself out of the holes that life always gives
Each romance, each heartbreak, each precious moment in time
I have always found the right chords and always found the right rhyme
From school days, to college, to uni, to career, to every brand new walk of life
My wedding day gift was a song that I wrote dedicated to my wife
Yet nearly ten years have now passed since the day my life changed with a ringing phone
And still I am nowhere near closer to ridding myself of this stone
Up the hill, just like Sisyphus, a task I cannot complete
An impossible mission, doomed for defeat on repeat
If looking, for evidence just, hear the song I sing now
The plan was my grief song but I just didn't know how
I started this project precisely to mourn
But all this time later and still no grief song is born
It's there at the edges, a peak every now and again
But far more than shadows are needed release my pen
I'm done setting scenes while avoiding the plot
My next song must be all the grief song I've got