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 sameā€¦

Playing without you