The one that decides most suicides.
The one that whispers to your ears “tomorrow’ll be okay”,
yet if you put so much hope in hope,
you easily lose trust in hope,
’cause truth is, not all tomorrows will be okay.
But tomorrow I know I’ll again be fool of hope
when she whispers that the day after tomorrow will be okay.
How does she do that?
Hope is the one behind placebo pills,
Mr. Doc don’t dare claim ownership!
but for the hope in placebo capsules the patients would have lost it
as other hopeless ones hop in.
Hope is the reason your love didn’t broach the queer cologne last night.
Doesn’t mean she didn’t smell it, she just hoped it wasn’t it.
Hope is why you dared go home smelling it in the first place,
hoping she won’t notice it, but she did.
One day she might have enough of hope.
Might be the day you lose hope in love. Tragic.
Thank hope for promiscuity.
Hope is why some wrinkles show sooner than others,
some smiles come slower than others,
her trust came easier than hers.
Hope isn’t kind to most drunks.
The bar booms in hopelessness.
Did I mention that I lose hope every now and then?
Hope is everything. She’s religion, psychology…
oh look, like me,ecology is losing hope!
Hope is healthy. When hope leaves your heart,
you get an attack.
God thrives in hope. Good thrives in hope.