Holding Hard

So here I sit and stare At that wall, looking so bare It's looks kind of like the picture in my mind Of my life, I'm trying so hard to find I ought to listen to my friends He's not good for me, it will be another dead end I just can't bring myself to hurt him anymore Even though many times he's walked out the door I don't know what it is about him How I always loose, and he seems to win I just seem to be holding on to a string of hope While the rest of me is slipping down a slope He likes others, not just me Why is that so hard to see But I still sometimes feel that way The way, when he looked at me that first day And that's why I keep holding on Perhaps this time he won't be gone But still I feel like his playing card Maybe... I'm holding hope, a little too hard