I wonder why it’s stuck in my head, even though the last time I’ve heard it was months ago.
A song. A simple song. That’s why I had to wonder why it had to be playing inside my mind over and over when it held no meaning at all for me. At least, that’s what I thought. At least, not anymore. It’s been too long since I actually listened to music. Not since everything was gone, anyway.
A song. A simple song. Just another commercial scheme for record companies. Just another girl paid to earn them money from the charts and people like me with nothing better to do with their lives. Just another arrangement of cliched lyrics and overused melodies.
But then again, aren’t I just myself?
A person. A simple person. Just another wrecked being trying to do what’s supposed to be done. Just another breathing automaton waking up to fondle what’s left of all there ever was. Just another person listening every night to the radio, wondering if the world would ever run out of things to write songs to.
It’s still stuck in my head. She sings with tears in her voice - maybe tears in her eyes while it is only her voice that is heard - and I have to wonder, how beautiful had she been before she sang? The music is grieving, pleading, and I have to wonder, how effervescent had it been before it was damned?
Perhaps she’d left. Perhaps she’d been left behind. But right now, and for however long the song would play in my thoughts, I know we’re both alone.
