My life is starting to feel like a sad love song,
Full of cliches, what-ifs, and regrets,
Relationships that always go wrong,
But it's a love song that is never heard.

Your apathy played against my sympathy -
Two notes resounding in harmonious dischord.
And because of that one dreadful mistake,
The music stops without a single word.

I have never in my life felt lonely
Because I'm so used to being alone.
A fish doesn't know what wet is, only
Because they've never experienced dry.

In the same way I have never known
What it felt like to have a true friend.
And so I sing this song alone,
Like a dusty, worn-out casette.

I have spent my entire life
Holding other people up.
But no one has ever volunteered
To share the sorrow in my cup.

If a song plays in an empty room,
Is it really sound at all?
If a person's soul dies in a vacant tomb,
Called the body in which they reside,
But no one is there to mourn the loss,
Is it really a loss at all?

I'm mourning nothing that I've lost,
Only the absence of a feeling.
An absence I didn't know was there,
Until your words began revealing
A sham - a hoax - of a lovely thing,
A plastic sky to someone
Who has never seen the stars.

I want a beautiful melody.
I want the evening sky.
Though no one will notice
The small beginnings of my
Quest to find what fills me,
The music is still sound.
It matters because I matter,
And I'll search until I'm found.