Broken only by the sound of melancholy,
Fingers of a broken man,
Dancing across the piano keys.
I hear the pain and agony,
I hear the tortured, screaming soul, haunting your melodies.
I hear you,
I hear your silent screams.
I will walk away if you need me to,
Would it hurt less if I leave?
I hear the song of a broken man,
I can hear his heart bleed,
I can feel each cut, in his soul,
That he has because of me.