there was hope when there should have not been.
|I am angry.
Not at you, but at myself.
I should have disposed of you a very long time ago.
The signs were there, that I was nothing to you.
And hope laced itself inside my heart and demanded to give it time-to prove me wrong.
But all Hope did was allow me to waste my time. I allowed you to waste my time.
Good bye my hopeless lover, my hopeless dream
I walk away from you, my back has been turned towards you.
For I have become nothing but a stranger who has walked away from you.