Repeat

You'd think I'd learn not to stick my nose where it hurts.
But no, I kept it up until I was back to tasting dirt.
If this is what's meant for me,
then perhaps the end I'll never see.
But I have to try.
at least that's the lie.
The lie I repeat over and over,
but I cannot stand to even think of you with another.
No pleasure here on earth I find.
No peace here with you on my mind.