Second Fiddle

Please Indulge me still in your ardent ways The dissidence of youth now a distant haze That portrait of me still hangs in your hall My shallow gaze paying no mind at all The thick night air chokes a melancholic note Unspoken apologies grapple at my throat Their shapeless words stammer out loud Falling on deaf ears in a listless crowd I'm sick of standing up here alone on this hill Why doesn't life bend and mould to my will Help me navigate this strange new state I thought you of all this world could relate The path ahead all bloodied and strewn Stars playing second fiddle to the moon Now I can hear every tired heart's strum Piecing broken beats from the same drum