I no longer have a reason to believe something will return between us.
I stand here waiting, day to day, for something to prove me wrong,
But no matter what I say, or do, it's never going to happen.
Life's truest deceit is hope in love's return when there's no love to be found today.
The pain it causes only continues to spread, until it shatters my soul, the dust blown into the wind.
I continue to try, time and again, to pick myself up and move forward, but to what avail?
It's the same song and dance in everything that I try.
There is no love in this world. Or at least, no love that is true.
Only the selfishness, greed, and lust of humanity towards one another.
And when you think you finally find some hope for the truth, it's gone in a flash,
Thus returning you to what you once knew, which is that love is a game today, not a promise.
So in the end, I solemnly say, I am only made of pain, and it's forever stronger than your love.
I am eternally dead and destroyed, like that of the withe