I thought it good

It didn't seem right. This song did not convey the right mood for contemplating the death of my parents.
I imagined a darker song, something somber and pensive yet upbeat and not in a minor key.
Because, after all, I would not be the one to do the deed. No, I was simply the one who would see it before it happened, for how could I stop it? Here I was, thousands of miles away, and with no way to warn them, I have always been a simple observer, nothing but a helpless spectator.
And the next song, it did not fit my mood. I was alone and unloved, yet the song was about losing someone, not what I needed, because I knew I had him, but I have always been alone and unloved, regardless of how many other I have.