In a little while from now,
if I'm not feeling any less sour,
I promise myself to treat myself and visit a nearby tower.
And climbing to the top
will throw myself off
In an effort to make clear to whoever what it's like when you're shattered
Left standing in the lurch at a church where people are saying,
My God, that stuff she stood him up,
no point in us remaining
We may as well go home,
as I did on my own,
alone again,
naturally
To think that only yesterday I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to what who wouldn't do The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt Talk about God in His mercy
If he really does exist,
why did he deserve me?
In my hour of need,
I truly am indeed alone again,
naturally.
It seems to me that there are more hearts broken in the world that can't be mended,
left unattended.
What do we do?
What do we do?
Looking back over the years,
whatever else does it piss.
I remember I cried when my father died,
never wishing to hide the tears
And at 65 years old,
my mother, God rest her soul
Couldn't understand why the only man she had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me,
no words were ever spoken
When she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again,
naturally Alone again,
naturally