Have you ever hoped
The dead could come back to life...
It was a day ago tomorrow
that she told me about her sorrow...
Once upon a time, a twice weekly acquaintance...
young, lovely, bubbly, intelligent, this friend...
I wanted to believe in
All your little lies...
Your name is Hope
but you don't offer much hope to me...
I'm a fool
who can no longer play the fool...
What if we
Where met to be...
The most painful wound
is the relief less one...
I was there
i was there for you all the time...
I guess I was your friend
I was always trying to blend...
Those days were captured
on the postcards I sent home...
You loved me once
And leave me now...