Another new home, again
But I won't cry this time
Despite the aching loneliness
That comes from, well... being alone.
And my heart might be breaking with each breath
From things I can't rightfully blame on myself,
But I won't hide from chance,
Pomp, surprise, or circumstance.
I'm turning houses into temporary homes
(It's what I'm good at)
Even when I have to do it on my own.