Here I Go Again, When I'm Down and Lonely

Here I go again, writing another poem, its as if I only write them when I'm down and lonely.
I turn to the paper, expecting an answer, but to my surprise, I still have no question.
I know whats right and I know whats wrong, but then.......my heart comes into play,
Playing with my emotions, messing with my mind, What the H*%% am I suppose to do now?
This win or lose situation is keeping me contemplating, back and forth while I think this through...
"You're not the same" "Somethings missing" "but please baby, don't take it the wrong way"
As I'm sitting here thinking......'Whats the right way?, 'How else could I take it?'
I'm obviously not getting anywhere, so to you I turn to, once again...but one day-I will get my
stand back