• There you go again
    building my hope up
    just like a friend
    but your hope is cold
    your hope is undaunting
    the pleasent days of old
    are now memories haunting
    I rue the day the good times stopped
    starting to mold, spoil, and rott
    once we were close of friends
    as friends could be
    now we are in a point of uncertainty
    your hope is false and a blaintant lie
    I can tell in your face
    I can see it in your eyes
    the bright shining glow that use to be
    has now become a distant memory
    dimmed by false hope
    hanging around your head
    you say your a whore
    you wish you were dead
    I love you like no other
    thats the way it always will last
    but what is done is done
    I shouldnt live in the past
    you have moved on
    to other things
    but keep blowing false hope
    into my ever deflating wings
    so i stand here today
    to say it is alright
    if you want to go away
    just leave my sight
    you dont have to pretend
    just head on with your life
    withought a final backward glance
    dont give a lonely child
    a final dying chance
    but the one courtesy i will demand
    I dont want this false hope
    let me fall where i may land

    -Johnston J. Cleat