The Piano attempts to play sympathy
But its path has gone missing,
taken by psychos and hidden.
Its journey Ends in Apathy
right where it belongs.

Voices sing melodies.
bitter sweet sorrows, misunderstood.
words and verses recited forever,
but meanings long forgotten.
they sing with such heart,
no one knows that they're lying.

Fingers Pluck guitar strings
each one a memory.
but who pulls the strings
that belong to forgotten loves?
who makes the music of unanswered cries?
those strings collect dust.

Love has become the devil's cohort.
an accomplice to pain.
an accessory to misery.
Satan finds pleasure in Unrequited love
and love finds anguish amusing.
a team so obvoius, they remain unsuspected.

The music made in grievance
becomes themesong to so many
and the pair sit back and laugh
as hearts break, as loves are lost and lives are wasted.

tell the devil. he can have my soul
he can have my mind.
give him my heart.
what's the use of fighting anymore?

Whats the use of dying any more?
 
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