I have been down this road before,
I've walked it many a time;
memorized each footprint left by someone else before,
And have room for more to come.
I have heard those same old words,
With the same sincere tone before.
Though each time I forget to remember that it was a lie,
No matter who it is walking through the door.
I've been played like you strum notes from a guitar,
and am sung Like a favorite song on the radio,
Over and over again, until I am played to often the same,
And then you stop singing my song,
Leaving me till the next traveler comes along.
....And different footsteps repeat the first...........................
....And the same words are spoken from a different voice...
....The same old song played on a different guitar..............
.... And once again I'm alone...........................................
