Player In A Tragedy

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...