WishingWell
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False Hope
And, once again, I hear from him
My heart does cartwheels--it's a sin
Once again, my hopes are high
Then silence comes; I want to die.
My life revolves around false hope
His contact makes me think I cope
But when I do not hear from him
I go under the covers, where light is dim.
All others groan--hope it's a phase
I walk through daytime in a daze
When nighttime comes I'm wide awake
And think of him--for goodness sake.
I know one day this will diminish
My thoughts of him will come to a finish
But I know hearts have no common sense
And, my mind holds on now to that defense.
And, once again, I hear from him
My heart does cartwheels--it's a sin
Once again, my hopes are high
Then silence comes; I want to die.
My life revolves around false hope
His contact makes me think I cope
But when I do not hear from him
I go under the covers, where light is dim.
All others groan--hope it's a phase
I walk through daytime in a daze
When nighttime comes I'm wide awake
And think of him--for goodness sake.
I know one day this will diminish
My thoughts of him will come to a finish
But I know hearts have no common sense
And, my mind holds on now to that defense.