There's no music left for me to play,
Just the words of a song, with no voice,
And I can't even bear to look at the guitar,
The pianos so out of tune,
That every note sounds like a broken heart.
My voice is small, and wavers,
It barely makes a sound.
I've lost the mournful melody,
That I have when you're around.
All I hear is the silence,
All I taste are the tears,
All that plays are memories,
Wishing for encores of you here.