Tone Deaf

This song's been stuck in my head all day,
And it's hard to mask.
This melody's been weaving through my brain,
So I just have to ask:
Where did it go?
Where is my harmony?
Why did you go?
Why did you have to leave me?
Where is my accompaniment?
You could have told me
Where you went
Instead of leaving me
To compose within my mind,
A symphony
Which, as time is spent,
Grows more dissonant.

This song's been stuck in my head all day;
It just won't pass.