The music still follows, even though you’re gone. The music never stops playing, and it never changes tune. That soft noise, always playing in my head, the memories of us.
The music still flows, even though you’re gone. The music never had stopped, and it never will change. We no more can make music like we use to. No more memories, no more harmonies.
The music still waits, even though you’re gone. The music doesn’t stop, and doesn’t change. Harmonies won’t stop playing our music.
The music still hurts, even though you’re gone. I can’t make any more music without you, it hurts too much.
The music misses you, but the music still plays on.
The music… still… plays… on…