I THINK IF YOU DONT GIVE YOURSELF HOPE, YOU WONT BE DISAPPOINTED. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE FORGOTTEN THIS, AND MAYBE IVE LET MYSELF BELIEVE THERE WAS STILL HOPE, AND NOW, THE AMOUNT OF DISAPPOINTMENT THAT WASHES OVER ME IS MORE THAN TWICE THE AMOUNT OF HOPE I THOUGHT I HAD. I WISH, I WANT, I NEED TO SEE YOU, I NEED TO MAKE YOU NOTICE ME, CAUSE BABY I NEED YOU, BUT I CAN ONLY WATCH YOU FROM A DISTANCE BECAUSE I KNOW, THAT YOU DONT WANT ME ANYMORE, BECAUSE YOU HATE ME, BECAUSE YOU DONT CARE ABOUT ME ANYMORE.
