It is bitter, or heavyhearted some would even say
She's botteling up all these feelings for someone, for an idea but this time's different she's told herself
Waiting for the earth to make it's turn again, so she can receive a simple shot of nothing, sent to everyone
As she described the appealing face to all her friends, who simply nod along  
Maybe one day, she will collect the things she's giving now, but this is not that person
And sadly enough she knows, but still hopes