High hopes and expectations
are some of the the things I hate the most
Waste of time and desperation
But it looks like I've got no choice
Discomfort and nausea, now I'm growing weary
And I look for you, but there's nothing except fear
Unknown circumstances and endless nights without sleep
I'm anxious, I've fallen, there's no rising to my feet
The bed is so much bigger now
So many things left unsaid
High hopes and expectations
They are completely useless
Give up.
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