I hate the world for letting me down when I can barely stand
The demoralizing things they say behind other people's back, thinking only of themselves.
But most of all, I hate hope.
Because it never holds out.
There's nothing I won't do, but nothing they will do.
Don't tell me something if it's going to be a cruel lie in the morning.
I see now. It's not the night that represents the bad, but rather the day.
They wake during the day.
Leave me and my broken heart alone if you aren't going to keep your word, for without it, what is the point of trust?