There's no music left for me to play,

Just the words of a song, with no voice,

And I can't even bear to look at the guitar,

The pianos so out of tune,

That every note sounds like a broken heart.

My voice is small, and wavers,

It barely makes a sound.

I've lost the mournful melody,

That I have when you're around.

All I hear is the silence,

All I taste are the tears,

All that plays are memories,

Wishing for encores of you here.