I'm the piano that doesn't produce a note.
I'm the writer without a thought.
I'm the mother that can't nourish.
I'm the heart that rejects blood.
I remind myself that world still spins without you.
That I was alright before I knew you existed.
I wish you could feel an ounce of what I was feeling.
I remind myself that the world still spins without you.
I'm the planet without life.
I'm the novel without any words.
I'm the artist that can't express.
I'm the lung that rejects oxygen.
I'm an open book.
Open me up and understand my insides.
He will never love you like I do.
What good am I without you in my arms?