When Hope Inside Dies

Sick of getting my hopes up

only to be let down,

Pushed around, screwed around

left soulless… body lying on the ground.

No love, no kindness, not a simple care,

you must hate this life, the love one shares…

I begin to wonder if hope has any worth.

When hope inside dies...

Things could have been different,

things could have been good

Screw ups like me

wouldn't exist to affect one’s mood.

It was told that hopes keep you going,

that’s hard to believe when there’s nowhere left to go.

It seems I’m stuck sitting in the sunset squalid,

with my mind moving slow.

When hope inside dies...

The devil wouldn't even want a bastard like me.

Angels only weep at the sight they see

and because I was so worried…

that the grass wasn't green on this side.

I’ve failed you when you were torn and deprived.

The feelings, the misunderstanding,

the anguish behind my laughter.

The silence, the sand of these dry eyes,

I guess that happens when hope inside dies.

When hope inside dies...