Fallacy In D Minor

I am that faded black album Buried deep under your bed Something new comes along, You forget all my songs Lyrics gone from the back of your head You used to put me on and dance- Twirl to the cascading notes But my style is old, And my tales have been told, Bitter anthems and bruised anecdotes But don't you dare forget the past Though the future may claim that it's dead For there once was a time, Long before this sad rhyme When you heard my soft music instead.