A failure to think
a thought not been thought.
A man self-proclaimed
unoriginal.

A grain in the shore
what's one from the next?
A borrowed cliche
some recycled breath.

All under the sun
is just an imitation
A song already sung
But I'll sing this song for you

Amidst all the dark
I wanted to shine through
A mumbling fool
singing I love you

All under the sun
is just an imitation
A song already sung
But I'll sing this song
I will sing this song
I will sing this song
I will sing this song

For you
I put out my soul on display
For you
I eek out this simple refrain
Can you hear this song?
Just a meek love song
As I sing this song for you

I will sing this song for you