I'm  losin hope

"Such a pretty face carries eyes like kaleidoscopes
So many tears, enough to fill a thousand moats.
You sit and gloat like there's nothing to do and nowhere to go.
Just continue feeling low letting the pride you hold weary.
Whilst talking nonsense grandma sherrie,
you make a toast to help you cope.
Silly sippers sipping matching glasses."

Oh Lord, I've used all hope to hope it passes.
Losin hope, Losin hope
Cut the rope, I'm losin hope

"You picked a rose from a garden
Then flicked the nose of a pardon.
Stupid we, slap my knee!
The next you're tricked, when it grows, let it be
And when it's fixed you will be
just as you were with those lovely folks.
But don't share your soap,
***** hands dressed in rings look so pretty when it glows.
Thus, without the rose you must cope.
Losin hope, losin hope?
Don't cut the rope, don't lose hope."

Holy smokes! I'm feeling your cold hands hold my bones
like endless commands... or a black lab.
If you understand or get the joke.

"I hope you know, we all suppose or propose and expose
what is truly real
and what we truly feel.
That's just how it goes when we all walk the same *****.
So I really truly hope you listened close.
Yes, I really hope you're not losin hope, losin hope."

Hold the rope, I'm choosing hope.