This is a new kind of hopelessness.
I keep wishing but it seems like
that's maybe all I can do.
Wish things were different.
Wish I could try harder.
But I'm held down by something stronger
this time.
I don't see myself getting up.
I see myself falling farther
and farther until I hit the bottom.
It hurts. Is it supposed to hurt?
If I didn't care, would it still hurt?
How am I supposed to know the difference?
My ambition and my devious hope
keep fooling me
Everything is already set in stone.
And I think it's time.
I'm ready to accept the fact that
I've given up, this time.
