Is There Any Hope?
Hoping for that phone call that will only come as a blur
Preying for that better tomorrow that will never arrive
Hoping for her to look at me the way I look at her
Waiting for the love of my life that will never make me feel alive
Why do we hope, if it’s hopeless?
Why do we wish for the impossible?
Why do we prey, if it’s pointless?
Nothing ever seems plausible