I wish I could play the notes of my heart, on keys of black and white for all the see
I would play until my fingers bleed, I would sing of my love and I would sing of my hate
I would play until my heart, twists and bleeds but I would sing forever and until its too late
And if my notes speak a thousand words, I hope that she would hear every song from me
But still, I can’t rest and I cannot stop playing- forever I must keep singing, I must proceed
Surely if I stop, then she will fade away like the dust that’s rests upon the keys, I must play until my fingers break
The strings of my instruments, the keys of my art, the ink on my brush is the only thing that will sedate
That will coerce my heart and release me from the shackles of my romance and set my songs free
For I don’t have much time, my throat and my heart is weak but I cannot understand why I keep playing
My fingers are pained and sore, my voice shakes and my notes break but still I sing
For I don’t know why I continue to sing because it brings me great pain and great sorrow
This romance consumes me, this lust and this burden is why my heart and my soul is decaying
I am weak, so weak and I continue to rehearse my words for her, why I continue to cling
For if I do not continue to sing, I may not be able to tomorrow -