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