There was a time I could play a song,
But since I played it's been so long,
That every time I try I get it wrong,
I close my eyes to remember each key stroked,
Only an ache in my heart this memory provoked,
And sometimes,
You just,
Give up,
Sometimes,
You just,
Give up,
And you wait on something new,
Something to fill the void in you,
You wait,
Longing for something,
If only a fraction as great,
And the tears get old, so old they don't sting,
Even when you think of how we used to sing...
I smile,
As I'm no longer in denial,
Romanticizing how things were,
Not knowing what they weren't,
Just touching wounds of old,
From when I was burnt,
And you,
You'll call,
But won't be there if I should fall,
Which makes it hurt worst of all.
I close my eyes to remember each joke,
Before I know it on the memories I choke,
Back all I had once repressed,
Then readdressed,
Only to,
Watch it all disappear with you,
There was a time I could play a song,
Yes, I knew it well by heart,
And since I haven't played for long,
I forgot it all, in part,
If I should try I'd play it wrong,
There was a time,
I didn't know how I'd forget,
Or that I'd be living with regret;
I could play a song.
