[Verse 1]
Oh, how I linger in this hollow space,
Where love once danced but left without a trace.
Your laughter echoes, a cruel, haunting sound,
My heart's a broken jigsaw, scattered on the ground.

[Chorus]
So here I stand, in my frayed cardigan,
A monument to dreams that never began.
You, a vision in splendor, I, a wretched fool,
In this tragic opera, I’m the jester of the school.

[Verse 2]
I write you sonnets, though you never read,
Each word a petal that you’ve long since shed.
Your name's an albatross I bear around my neck,
With every passing day, I drown in my own wreck.

[Chorus]
So here I stand, in my frayed cardigan,
A monument to dreams that never began.
You, a vision in splendor, I, a wretched fool,
In this tragic opera, I’m the jester of the school.

[Verse 3]
I watch you with others, and my heart takes a dive,
Like a moth to the flame, just wishing to survive.
You shine like the sun, while I’m cloaked in the dark,
A flickering candle, longing for a spark.

[Chorus]
So here I stand, in my frayed cardigan,
A monument to dreams that never began.
You, a vision in splendor, I, a wretched fool,
In this tragic opera, I’m the jester of the school.

[Verse 4]
I trudge through this life, a comical plight,
Chasing shadows of love that elude my sight.
Yet in my sorrow, there’s beauty untold,
For in unrequited love, my heart learns to be bold.

[bridge](Music becomes sparse and haunting)
This frayed cardigan, a king's robe in disguise...
This monument to dreams, reflected in your eyes...
The jester's final bow, before the curtain falls...
The echoing silence that through these empty halls calls...

[Chorus]
So here I stand, in my frayed cardigan,
A monument to dreams that never began.
You, a vision in splendor, I, a wretched fool,
In this tragic opera, I’m the jester of the school.

[Outro]
So I’ll twirl in my misery, a dance all alone,
The walls are my audience; the silence my throne.
With each self-deprecating verse that I sing,
In this absurdity, perhaps joy is the thing.