I Can't Make Music

Here I am just sittin’around
With an old piano in a vacant room
And the same old feelin’s come again
So uncertain hurtin’scared
I though I grew, but here I am again
Shoulda seen the train be passin’thru.
I thought I knew
And I can’t make music
No I can’t make rhyme
No I can’t do anything
To take me away this time
I know it’s an old cliche to say
I feel I’m gonna die
And I hear it’s goin’out to cry
So I’m gonna say some kind words to you
I like to wish you luck &hope
That life will be with someone else
Just like I though it would be with me But I can’t see…
And I can’t make music
No I can’t make rhyme
No I can’t do anything
To take me away this time