Nowadays people say I love you but really don't mean it, a lot of days I sit alone thinking about everything that has come. Things just don't add up, feelings never the same. How many days will I waste away before I'm finally gone? Lost so much and gained so little. The days pass by and I feel so little. Fear of rejection is my reflection of the life I've had. How many more days is this gonna last? There's only so much I can take at once, maybe this time I'm finally done. They say have hope in the future and everything we do. But what is hope I'm finna wonder? How's it feel to feel hope,because I feel like I'm hanging on a rope, one slip and I'm done. These days people say so much but do so little, what happened to when life was simple? I ask myself this everyday, don't know why I don't let myself fly away. Because so far? There's no such thing as hope.
