What is hope?
Hope is believing that I can finish the bottle.
Telling myself that I can stomach each sip of wine,
Holding the pen when shaky hands disagree,
Until I finish writing this line.

Just for once I'd like to hear good news when I wake.
Like, 'Payday was early.'
So that I can afford to put food on my plate.
For the next few days, at least.

Hope is convincing myself that I can meet someone,
To whom I can relate.
To plant seeds with,
So memories can bloom.
But if a person like that came into my life tomorrow,
It would be too soon.

My friends and I jam and tell stories,
Into the early hours of the morning.
Anything we can to reach a euphoric state,
I don't need drugs, anymore.
I only want a nice girl to date.

The world ran me down
Then ran me over
How can I mend
I just can’t think sober…

It felt like May
A cool spring day
I tried to stay
It dragged me away…

Great is the loss
Endless the cost
Clear as the sky
Lost alibi...

The witness just stares
There’s blood in the air
To the victim despair
Nobody cares…

Now love makes her sad
And she don’t trust her dad
The world ran her over
She may never be sober…

You're a mistake.
A burden I live with every day,
You're a mistake,
Don't tell me to trust you
because you are all the same.
Liars.
Yeah, I call you by name.
You kicked me when I was down
And left me with shame.
Liars.
You're the reason for all my pain,
Never again can I trust what you say.