how that feeling is so natural to me
the empty feeling in my stomach
when someone promises me
i was so excited but why should i hope anymore?
it's always the same
the hope and admiration in my eyes; slowly die
the loneliness is a feeling so familiar, I no longer hide from it
i don't get excited for much anymore
I suppose it's a way to protect myself
if i am not excited or hopeful, then i can never be let down
and yet, there is a part of me that wishes i was wrong
a part of me still so pure and hopeful
its like an itch in the back of my mind, never to be scratched
expectations only lead to distrust and disappointment
