I noticed my piano was out of key,
As a teardrop hit a high note C.
I play to remember the one I love,
I play to forget that he's not near,
I play to in hopes that he might see,
I play in hopes that he might hear.
A year has passed,
My piano grows cold.
More out of tune,
As I grow old.
I havent played in a month or two,
It's just not same…
Playing without you