At this moment, I stand outside your window, with my radio.

Playing tragic songs of what could have been,
What was,
and what I know will never be.

I raise the volume to hopefully draw your attention,
but all I earn are the strange looks of people passing by.
Do you even hear me singing along to every word?
The music starts out slow
But then grows edgier,
crying all my tears that never left my heart.

All I want is for you to open your window,
To listen to the music for just one minute.

You are the only song I want to hear,
yet you are the only song that refuses to play.

I know we have nothing now, but
I just want to see you one more time,
to assure myself your still breathing
Just one last time.