Illusion of Hope

I feel disappointed,And sometimes it drags me down.Hearing it again and again—Words so empty, strange,Words that don’t belong to anything.Every time I think,“I’m happy... it’s all right now,”I tell myself it’s God’s gift—But it turns out, just another illusion.How sweet... how cruel.Why all this fighting over somethingWhen I know exactly what went down?But my words fall flat,While your story finds its ground.Every time I think,“I’m happy... it’s all right now,”I tell myself it’s God’s gift—But it turns out, just another illusion.How sweet... how cruel.I’ve always been true to you,But you don’t want to see.To you, I’m the beast—And a liar too, apparently.Now I need to hear you say it:There’s no hope. No love.Maybe... later, you’ll say you want me back,Try to charm me again.Let’s hope so then.Every time I think,“I’m happy... it’s all right now,”I tell myself it’s God’s gift—But it turns out, just another illusion.How sweet... how cruel.'Cause I would love nothing moreThan someone who truly loves me—Who means it, heart and soul.Someone who’s going for the gold,And isn’t just playing a role.Patrick