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~The Blue Bird~ I limp my way to the piano, through the chatting throng And I sit on the bench and grimly play my first song� It sounds not from the piano, but from deep within myself�I'm playing it for a room full of strangers� The song sounds like a swirling, dancing funeral dirge of despair� The crowd in the Blue Bird, this club that will perhaps fire me like so many others, listens intently� As my fingers sweep across the keys, echoing my sorrow in the air� I pause at the end, rub my leg, and look at the owner's disapproving glare. "This next song," I say softly, "is about a girl I used to know�" Those in the Blue Bird who know me and like my playing pull their chairs up close� And as my fingers play the first notes, the rest get up to go� The song is so sad, I sing it softly and slowly, more to myself than the crowd� Pouring my heart into it. It's about Violet of course, and how I drown my sorrows down at the pub. A sad and simple little song, yet it moves the crowd to silence every time I play it. About everything I lost, and my now mournful existence, drifting from club to club. I finish the song, I hear scattered applause, bit's of conversation, a glass breaks� I see a woman across the room, my song has brought a tear to her eye. And some of them look at me in sympathy, and some snicker at me in reproach. But I'm ignoring them all, because I'm lost and abandoned, and I don't know why. ~Shattered Dream~ How could this happen? How could this be? I'm lying in our bed, I hear him almost every night� When he thinks that I am asleep. When I ask him where he's been, it always becomes a fight, And it cuts my heart so deep. He walks in at noon, and I can smell perfume on his shirt, How can this be? I'm afraid, but I hire an investigator to dig in this dirt� What a surprise, he returns with these photos for me. How could this happen? He's sneaking off whenever he can. How could this happen? I ask heaven up above. How could this happen? I believed in this man! I swear I am going back to my first love! I show Scott the photos, there he is with another girl, Making love of course� This time it's not words, but a vase that I hurl, As I scream "I want a divorce!" How could this happen? He's sneaking off whenever he can. How could this happen? I ask heaven up above. How could this happen? I believed in this man! I swear I am going back to my first love! Nicholas, I'm so sorry� ~Nicholas (part 2)~ I leave the club calmly, as I hear the owner shout. It doesn't matter, I already have a job with another one. Violet and I were just children, playing at a game we knew nothing about. I can almost feel once more, the rays of the sun� I've spent so long, limping alone, my face set in stone. Trying to care again, but my heart was a black hole. Everyone abandoned me, hurt and broken, I've crept back all alone� While I was pretending I still had a soul� I want myself back, and I feel it as the sensation grows. I've been reclaiming my life, no one helped me, no one cared. And I feel my old spirit, before Violet, and it's so close� A time before I was helpless and scared. The piano still echoes sadly, but I feel strength returning� The past is dead and fading, and I close my eyes now and then� To dream of a future now possible, where the tall grass is not burning� And from this day on, never will again! |
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