You would think by now, I would know my way around,


I shouldn't miss you so badly, I should be on familiar ground.

How many more lonely years, must meander by,

until I learn the lesson, it does no good to cry.

What manner of iron will, must some people possess,

to be always looking forward, to never accept regress.

Perhaps if I was willing, to let someone take me by the hand,

they could show me a happy place, in this unfamiliar land.

Perhaps I'm only homesick, for all the joys that once were mine,

I must accept that they and you, belong to another place and time.

But I know that deep within my heart, there's a place where only you reside,

and when the pain of loneliness comes, it knows that is where I hide.

So if sometimes it seems to you, I'm clinging to the past,

it's mostly because I can't yet accept, that our love didn't last.

No matter how hard I try, I've yet to get over you,

for the part of me that's still alive, believes you love me too.

Maybe there will come a day, when that part will finally die,

and feeling strong with a heart reborn, a new love I will finally try.

And what a splendid day that will be, when I awaken to discover,

I'm happily learning a great new land, with a great new friend and lover.
I would want to live longer...