Every buster in Rome is staring at me   I wanna stop hurting their ears but   I’m afraid of what silence could bring      I got a head full of melodies   I got sounds coming out of my mouth   But none of these melodies I can call mine   And I can’t sing aloud      And I would do most anything   To write something that sounds like it’s mine   But I just keep on singing   The melodies I have in my mind      And I-I’m starting to think I’d better   Put my piano down   In some heated place   And forget…      And it does hurt me   Sure you don’t wanna feel like I feel   Do you wanna know, know, how much it hurts me   Cause it feels so unreal      And it does hurt me   Sure you don’t wanna feel like I feel   Do you wanna know, know, how much it hurts me   And I hate days like these cause they   Make me feel like I can’t write a thing      And I would do most anything   To write something that sounds like it’s mine   But I just keep on crying and laughing   I think I’m just losing my mind      And I-I’m starting to think I’d better   Put my piano down   In some heated place   And forget…      I know good song is heaven sent   I write it down and my passion spent   But my heart’s falls apart   And piano’s rent      I see my future in a tent…   And it sounds like this   And it sounds like that   Oh, it sounds like this   And it sounds like that   And it sounds like this   And it sounds like that   Oh, it sounds like this   And it sounds like that      And it sound like it’s   Not mine at all…   And it sounds like this   And it sounds like that      And I sound like Regina Spektor at times   But it sure doesn’t sound like it is mine…      And if you feel like that   Didn’t you want to hide away   Not that I feel the same way   Not that I feel the same way too