FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL, ALAS'

FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL, ALAS`  

I wear rifts of my hearts,

like badges of honor,

my your honor

love is a sick pill,

not for the coward kids,

the brave one even dies.

all my rebirth love pills expire,

I thought someone would love me still,

but who am I to fight the fate?

nobody guarantees , nobody knows, 

all the great lovers has even died ,

it ain`t 1880s, I am the ghost of macbeth`s wife …..

[bridge]

they want me to loose hope,

have I lost hope?

they want me to die,

but can I really die?

they want me to loose hope,

hope is a con man of 21st century ,

they want me to die,

death is the disco-ball of modern suicide.

chorus 

I have lost all hope ,………

all of my hope still run high,

I have lost all hope,

all of my hope still paint my skies .

hope is a bottle of wine

hope is a friend in time

hope is a slow suicide

hope is the flight or fight?

[can I hope admist the cold dry spell of near to no chances of being chosen ,

 when I look in his somber eyes?]

can I change my verdict, 

your honor?

or rest my case ?

your honor?

where are my honors, 

are all my honors just fit in a tiny suitcase of goodbyes?

do they sell soulmates in thrifts?

all of the girl I know , are really buying .

all these people talking about platonic is making me sick,

is pluto the next planet for planet of poets who wanna commit suicide?

fuck, am I the anti- hero? anti- lover? the dystopian types ?

are my exes still angry at my commentaries of what they did to me ,

or I a bigger celebrity only on tumbler sites?

is my melancholia really a maniac episode of a grief, 

or maybe I am just one of the overthinker types?

[bridge]

they want me to loose hope,

have I lost hope?

they want me to die,

should I die?

they want me to loose hope,

hope is a con man of 21st century ,

they want me to die,

death is the discoball of modern suicide.

chorus 

I have lost all hope ,………

all of my hope still run high,

I have lost all hope,

all of my hope paint my skies .

hope is a bottle of wine

hope is a friend in time

hope is a slow suicide

hope is the flight or fight?

[can I hope admist the cold dry spell of near to no chances of being chosen ,

 when I look in his somber eyes?]

maybe this time , he would choose me , or otherwise

all of my hopes would die….

Leeza