• False hope, washed down with a shot of sorrow.
    It's all too familiar to me.
    My life, wasting away on the hopes of one thought,
    that maybe he might actually love me.

    I sit there, staring, waiting, wanting, hoping,
    longing for his attition and touch,
    but I get none, for there is another.
    One who might be good for him,
    but not good for me.

    I know it's only teenage love,
    but I could give him more,
    but they say if you love something
    you should set it free!

    Over time, my heart will heal,
    but it doesn't feel that way now.