| «Don't get your hopes up,»
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| said the people I trust.
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| More easily said than done.
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| It’s been a hard lesson.
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| There’s something wrong
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| when one becomes
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| reluctant to fall in love,
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| when one’s own blood
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| stands, pointing the gun.
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| My helplessness is a vicious cycle,
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| causing frustration that debilitates.
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| One is truly paralyzed when one sees that time
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| has begun to move too fast and too slow all at once.
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| And I can’t determine whether it happened
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| gradually or immediately,
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| but my own weakness is now apparent to me.
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| Every day, everyone lies
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| even if they don’t realize.
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| So, go ahead and decide.
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| Focus your eyes on mine,
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| tell me everything I’d die
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| to hear after all this time.
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| You’ll just change your mind.
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| And guilty conscience drives
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| you to justify your actions,
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| then criticize mine.
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| Fool me twice.
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| I’m ashamed to find
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| these hopes have gotten so high.
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| Always half-expecting your story to change.
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| Give me your word, then rescind.
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| Spit my confessions back in my face.
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| Nothing replaces trust like total control.
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| My helplessness is a vicious cycle,
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| causing frustration that debilitates.
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| One is truly paralyzed when one sees that time
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| has begun to move too fast and too slow all at once.
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| And I can’t determine whether it happened
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| gradually or immediately,
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| but my own weakness is now apparent to me.
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| Fathers and heroes may make promises they cannot keep.
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| But for the sake of continuing my life, I will promise myself one thing:
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| that I send my last hope to apathy,
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| for it is the only hero that will save me. |