This out of tune piano,
knows just how I feel.
Each key I play,
cries in disharmony.

No difference in the keys,
than in my life today.
No difference in my mind,
than what I play.

Broken rhythms and fragmented thoughts,
are all I have left in this splintered heart.

Why can't I find myself?
Why can't I find a way?
Why can't I live my life
without feeling my life has frayed?

The ends are frayed.