Old Violin

Well, I can't recall, one time in my life,
 I've felt as lonely as I do tonight.
 I feel like I could lay down, and get up no more,
 It's the damndest feelin'; I never felt it before.
 Tonight I feel like an old violin,
 Soon to be put away and never played again.
 Don't ask me why I feel like this, hell, I can't say.
 I only wish this feelin' would just go away.
 I guess it's 'cos the truth,
 Is the hardest thing I ever faced.
 'Cos you can't change the truth,
 In the slightest way. I tried.
 So I asked myself,
 I said: 'John, where'd you go from here?'
 Then like a damned fool,
 I turned around and looked in the mirror.
 And there I saw, an old violin.
 Soon to be put away and never played again.
 So one more time, just to be sure,
 I said: 'John, where in the hell do you go from here?'
 You know that when a nickel's worth of difference,
 And I looked in the mirror, that's when I knew.
 That there I was seein', an old violin.
 Soon to be put away, and never played again.
 And just like that, it hit me,
 That old violin and I were just alike.
 We'd give our all to music,
 And soon, we'd give our life.