This piano is just a tool!
At nights, I stay up late and cry,
At times, I feel like I could die!
At nights, I stay up late and cry,
At times, I feel like I could die!
In
this life, I don't feel loved,
I always maroon away and shove!
I always maroon away and shove!
I
can play this piano well,
but I can no longer stand the swell!
but I can no longer stand the swell!
Should
I be happy?
How can it be if I'm treated this crappy?
How can it be if I'm treated this crappy?
Sometimes, I
see things as scary,
Why can't I just be happy and merry?
Why can't I just be happy and merry?
I am
best in crying,
never once, I'm lying to cry!
never once, I'm lying to cry!
For all my faults, I
am to blame,
I am the one to take the shame!
I am the one to take the shame!
I wish you can see
me,
and not this piece besides me!
and not this piece besides me!
This piano is just a tool,
As I, I am the fool!
As I, I am the fool!
-aNs-
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