Sometimes you feel it weigh a ton. Yet it is nothing, but somehow still there. Makes you uncomfortable around anyone, But speak its name and it's gone.
It can be cracked, It can be made, It can be told, it can be played. What is it?
Often wandering the streets, this group of people cannot afford to be choosers.
I run cold and hot, I look blue but am red. What am I?
Major or minor I can be, when you touch me make sure you that you’re on the right key.
Break it and it gets better, immediately set and harder to break again.