I sit here, staring at the piano
Which I have played many a time
As I sit here, I think back to a time
When I had anything and everything
At the touch of a key

Sometimes I wonder
If that piano was ever worth it

There at the piano
I used to play for a certain man
And with every note I played
He took advantage of everything
And used my music for all it was worth

That was very long ago
And I have since forgotten it
Since then, a new listener has come to enjoy my music
He was very poise and deferent
I very much enjoyed letting him listen

But sometimes I wonder
If that piano was ever worth it

There at the piano
I used to play for that man
And with every note I played
He applauded me and my work
And from then on I knew
That he truly appreciated my music

But then came a day
When yet another man entered my studio
He knew how to carry himself and
Knew the right words to say
I fed right into him
And fell for everything

There at the piano
I was forced to play for him
And with every note I played
He pressured me for more music
And I did it all willingly
He made me feel like my music was truly important

And still I wonder
If that piano was ever really worth it

There at the piano
I used to play for many eager listeners
But now I'm playing a song
That no one wants to hear anymore