They once called me a prodigy,
Telling me of the great future
that they had planned for me.

I wanted to be free,
To do what I wanted,
To make my own future.

So I burned all my music,
And locked up the piano.
Stayed away from my life.

I can't bring myself to forget it.
I didn't realize I would miss it.
Perhaps they knew what was meant for me.