Again
Again, I sit back a little lower in my chest
Settling in for another long and lonely rest
Trying not to dream, trying my best
Trying to forget my love and her fragrant zest
Again, I press my heart in a book to dry
Sitting in the dark, trying not to cry
While the voice in my head asks me why
And I answer, “you know with me, to love is to die”
Again, I take great pride in nothing I own
And envy someone else with angry tone
And wish I had something someone else had shown
But these are only wishes, and I give up my throne
Again, I have fallen in love with someone who is not
An innocent mistake, a pure and delicate thought
But I’ve realized again that I am not worthy of that knot
So I’ll have another seat inside myself in another uncomfortable spot
Again, I have offered myself to Venus and She has passed on by
Again I tell myself there’s no point to try
Again I feel my heart and then I feel it grow cold
Again I remind myself that I will forever be alone
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