I don't want to sing anymore.
I feel like a music box
Stored away in a dusty attic
Only taken off the shelf
When someone wants to hear my tune.
And that's not enough
Because
No one wants to hear my tune anymore.
It's the same old song.
The same words
The same tune
The same feelings
Over and over and over again.
Recycled emotion.
I never learn.
One mistake after another and
I'm still failing.
Still the dusty music box
Broken
Playing the same warped, sad tune
As if there were no other tunes
No other songs to play in the whole world.
My world is the only world I know
And there's only one song playing.
I don't want to sing anymore.
