我不会唱歌

像并未太像 但落力发亮
当一分钟偶像
但练习半生给你热唱
怎么竟会使你着凉

情话要是沈住气 唱不上
高八度也许太夸张
我泪流但你懒得拍掌
你若要是其实渴望听他唱
恐怕任我声线再铿锵
你亦无视我在投入演唱

他漂亮这么多 他伟大这么多
平凡像我 无强项 亦未会唱歌
嗓子太坏但全情为你落力发挥过
琴声那样的凄楚
恐怕是键琴手慷慨为我
点首歌 点出你让我
卖力到感情用错
但我 仍继续能顽强地错

他很叫座
却不会为你唱一首歌
连自尊都卖给你 像我
你又何曾望过

情话要是沈住气 唱不上
高八度也许太夸张
我泪流但你懒得拍掌
你若要是其实渴望听他唱
恐怕任我声线再铿锵
你亦无视我在投入演唱

他漂亮这么多 他伟大这么多
平凡像我 无强项 亦未会唱歌
嗓子太坏但全情为你落力发挥过
琴声那样的凄楚
恐怕是键琴手慷慨为我
点首歌 点出你让我
卖力到感情用错
但你 仍会话

他漂亮这么多 他伟大这么多
平庸像我 留留力 别乱唱情歌
他的爱慕又何曾为你落力献出过
琴声那么的凄楚
很配合 被弹的主角是我
一开口 怎么唱亦错
我依然愿错 让你难爱慕
仍然能恨我

I Can’t Sing Well

Almost, I barely almost am; but I strive to shine
For a minute as an idol
For you I perform with half a lifetime of practice
Why, however, you return with a sneer

This love song, constrained resonance, is a no can do
A heightened octave is too extravagant, I suppose
I weep to it, but you have no applause to spare
Suppose you instead wish to hear him sing
No matter how euphonic my vocal is
You would still remain oblivious to my serenade

How beautiful he is, how mighty he is
Unlike ordinary me, with no talents, nor can I sing too
Terrible vocal, but I expressed it for you, with all my might
How harrowingly music notes pour
Perhaps twas the pianist’s sympathy – for me,
Request a song, resonating how you let me
Express, excessively, my affections mistaken
Yet I, would obstinately choose to mistake still

He is a hit in demand
But would never sing you a song
With dignity spent on you, as me
Have you ever spared to a glance?

This love song, constrained resonance, is a no can do
A heightened octave is too extravagant, I suppose
I weep to it, but you have no applause to spare
Suppose you instead wish to hear him sing
No matter how euphonic my vocal is
You would still remain oblivious to my serenade

How beautiful he is, how mighty he is
Unlike ordinary me, with no talents, nor can I sing too
Terrible vocal, but I expressed it for you, with all my might
How harrowingly music notes pour
Perhaps twas the pianist’s sympathy – for me,
Request a song, resonating how you let me
Express, excessively, my affections mistaken
Yet you, still would say

How beautiful he is, how mighty he is
Unlike mediocre me, save your breath, don’t waste a love song
His affections, how much had he spent to serenade you?
How harrowingly music notes pour
Perhaps twas the pianist’s sympathy for me
My mouth parts, and all it pours are mistakes
Still they’re my willing mistakes, making myself hard to love
And you’re allowed to despise me

Submitted by Sensitive_potato