Player In A Tragedy

I didn't mean to hit the ground,

but it's the fall that saved me.

Started when i had to see her,

then i had to hear her voice,

It got worse when she taught be 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 good mood,

like i lonely soul that takes to drinking.

then she struck my weaknesses,

with a devilish glare.

her oh so purpetual pout,

and the smile i'll ever find so rare.



I went back on who i am to be here alone,

back on who i am, now she is my home.



back on who i am to be here alone,

back on who i am, now she is my home.



Am i happy? I can't tell,

but the smile suggests i am.

Maybe i'm a player,

in a tragedy i wrote.

but the audience is laughing,

so i'll keep handing it out,

and smiling politely,

smiling politely,

smiling