PROLOGUE

This is not a work of art
It's a fucking diary
But if I sing it and I share it
And it somehow sets you free

Then maybe heartbreak has a purpose
When it brings me to my knees
The setting sun is what connects us
It's not just only me

So let's sing into the shadows
Though the silent echo screams
It was ours that sang the first notes
You gave my sorrow harmony

He said, "That's something that is taught"
Well, he was wrong, like when he left
It is something that is felt
When you find your heart bereft

So sing it how you feel fit
And if the doctor says, "It's wrong"
Then the song was never meant for him
It was yours and mine alone

This is not a work of art
It's a fucking diary
But the song was always yours and mine
It was something to believe



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Sorensen
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