All that Remains...

My stomach is turning, eyes are burning, I sit here paralyzed,
My heart is yearning, but am I learning?  What's left to realize?


I am forgiving and never unkind, I am a woman of worth.
So why then?  Why every time, do I seem to be under a curse?

It's a mystery; it's a cruel reality, one I always hope will change,
Each time, a few months in, and the heart break is all that remains.

Betrayed by hope again... The heart break is all that remains...
Optimism be damned... The heart break is all that remains.