False Hope
Deeper and deeper the blade goes in each night,
Holding on to the renominates I call my life,
Losing my grip with each passing day,
Thinking, hoping there is another way,
Tired of fake smiles, and all the I'm fines,
They can't see the pain I'm in and all the silent cries,
But I don't know how much longer I can cope,
How much longer I can believe in this false hope.
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