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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 great new friends and lovers.