History Repeats Itself

History sure does repeat itself
This is far too true
I thought I'd found an open ear
but instead discovered you

I thought I understood you
I know you are my friend
But it seems that all you wanted
was a jester in the end

I needed someone to hear my troubles
and pray that they'd be gone
I thought I found all that and more
a shoulder to cry on

But history repeats itself
and like many times before
what was once an open ear
became a closing door

So I'll store my sorrow deep again
just like I always do
Maybe next time I'll recall
it's too good to be true