Every buster in Rome is staring at menI wanna stop hurting their ears butnI’m afraid of what silence could bringnnI got a head full of melodiesnI got sounds coming out of my mouthnBut none of these melodies I can call minenAnd I can’t sing aloudnnAnd I would do most anythingnTo write something that sounds like it’s minenBut I just keep on singingnThe melodies I have in my mindnnAnd I-I’m starting to think I’d betternPut my piano downnIn some heated placenAnd forget…nnAnd it does hurt menSure you don’t wanna feel like I feelnDo you wanna know, know, how much it hurts menCause it feels so unrealnnAnd it does hurt menSure you don’t wanna feel like I feelnDo you wanna know, know, how much it hurts menAnd I hate days like these cause theynMake me feel like I can’t write a thingnnAnd I would do most anythingnTo write something that sounds like it’s minenBut I just keep on crying and laughingnI think I’m just losing my mindnnAnd I-I’m starting to think I’d betternPut my piano downnIn some heated placenAnd forget…nnI know good song is heaven sentnI write it down and my passion spentnBut my heart’s falls apartnAnd piano’s rentnnI see my future in a tent…nAnd it sounds like thisnAnd it sounds like thatnOh, it sounds like thisnAnd it sounds like thatnAnd it sounds like thisnAnd it sounds like thatnOh, it sounds like thisnAnd it sounds like thatnnAnd it sound like it’snNot mine at all…nAnd it sounds like thisnAnd it sounds like thatnnAnd I sound like Regina Spektor at timesnBut it sure doesn’t sound like it is mine…nnAnd if you feel like thatnDidn’t you want to hide awaynNot that I feel the same waynNot that I feel the same way too