I didn’t mean to hit the ground... but it’s the fall that saved me...

It started when I had to see her... and then I had to hear her voice...

It got worse when she taught me to breathe... then she convinced me that I wasn’t leaving...

And she pulled me back in... oh, I’d let her do it all again...

As if I had a choice...



I went back on who I am... to be here alone...

back on who I am... now she is my home...



I hadn’t had much experience... with this happiness thing...

But she forced me upon this mood... like a lonely soul who takes to drinking...

Then she struck my weaknesses... with a devilish glare...

Her oh so perpetual pout... and the smile I love and find so rare...



am I happy? I can’t tell... but the smile suggests I am...

Or maybe I’m a player in a tragedy I wrote...

But the audience is laughing... so I’ll keep hamming it up...

And smiling politely... smiling politely... smiling...








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