It sneaks up on me everyday
Refusing to stay away.
A hope taking root in my heart
Trying to play the part
Of savior, deceiving me.

Into my ear it whispers,
“Today will be better,
Things will be different this time.”
But how quickly I find
That hope is a deceiver.

There’s still no one who cares.
No one to mend, only to tear
Down everything that I’ve done.
Yet with every rise of the sun
Hope still deceives me.

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