You tell yourself,

"Hey, maybe it might work out"

Yeah, maybe. But maybe not

You always should be ready for failure

Maybe you fail yourself

Maybe you fail the ones you care about

You need to accept that sometimes things aren't alright, and that you can't do a thing to fix it

You're just chasing the ghosts of dead dreams

You can still choose to feel the same as you had, but don't let that ruin things you've worked so hard for