Yet again, you spoke of her.
Eyes closed, that's not my fear.
I see, you fool you want me to see.
See you and her faces filled with glee.
Let whatever history stay where it is.
There's no need to dig it up as you please.
You were a piano that played piece after piece.
Right now, you're just a set of broken keys.
I remember dearly the pieces we played.
They still lie on the floor where you and I last laid.