The lost key

You said you didn't love me,
So why am I still trying?
You used to be the key,
But now I sit here crying,

I watch the moon and stars.
And think if you wanted me to cry.
I see the passing cars,
Wishing I could fly.

I guess it was your choice.
I thought you heard my screams.
I just wish you heard my voice.
Maybe it's not all as bad as it seems...