Hope Doesn't Mean a Thing

It’s a cold and lonely world,
And it’s not gonna get any better.
I’ve lived through the beating and scars,
And I can tell you so far,
Life’s like a storm that never weathers.

One night I saw a falling star,
I closed my eyes and made a wish.
And with patience I bore,
‘til I couldn’t bear anymore,
I shot for the moon, but missed.

Now I have to live with the consequence,
Of risking and losing it all.
I had you in the palm of my hand,
But you slipped through like sand,
Concrete memories break the fall.

I should have never believed
That there was a way out,
Now my eyes are in a helpless drought.
And you can run and run to your hearts content,
But the city streets, they never end.
You’ll  be back where you started,
Collapsed, and out of breath,
With a bullet in the mouth, and a knife in the chest.
Hope is just a game that will leave you better for dead.

Your smile could be brighter than the sun,
You could convince yourself that he’s the one.
But broken hearts don’t pass by,
The innocent or the shy,
They’ll play you ‘til the feeling’s gone.

No matter how happy you think are,
It can only end in ruins.
Like the shot of a gun,
Into your vacuum sealed lungs,
Just stop now what you’re doing.

Don’t try to convince yourself
That you're worth a thing,
Because in the end it’s all the same.
You can run and run to your hearts content,
But the city streets, they never end.
You’ll  be back where you started,
Collapsed, and out of breath,
With a bullet in the mouth, and a knife in the chest.
Hope is just a game that will leave you better for dead.

And through the depths of the night,
You can wail, you can cry,
But it will never change a thing.
Hope is a pointless, pathetic game.

So don’t fall in love,
It’s not worth the risk.
You’ll end up locked in a room,
With a pill and a wish.
And the ruined dreams,
Of true love’s first kiss.
Save it for the fairytales,
With a girl and a prince.

I live with this everyday,
It’s right in front of my face.
And I'm clenching my teeth
Because It should have been me.

That should have been my hand,
It should have been my lips,
It should have been our dance,
They should have been our sins.

So give up hope and welcome fear.
I swear I’ll die alone
If it’s not you here.
I’ve got no where to go,
I can still feel you near.

And don’t ever try to convince yourself
That you're worth a thing,
Because in the end it’s all the same.
You can run and run to your hearts content,
But the city streets, they never end.
You’ll  be back where you started,
Collapsed, and out of breath,
With a bullet in the mouth, and a knife in the chest.
Hope is just a game that will leave you better for dead.

No, hope doesn’t mean a thing at all.
It doesn’t mean a thing at all.

Author's Note

Another song I wrote. It's kind of a nontraditional style of music, so if it looks weird...that's why.

Reviews

[Rhianne Ney]

This is a great song judging by how you wrote it (:

Hope does mean a thing, though. We can't live without hoping for anything at all. Though sometimes hope is something that won't help us but still it would always be a part of us to hope for something (:

[Michael Perez]

This is a powerful piece. The imagery in then second to last paragraph made me read it again...and again...and maybe one more time. The pain and the desolation really struck my core, and reminded me of my past failings. I also think hopes are only dreams sometimes. Thanks for the great write, it really heled me clear my head.

[G!o]

Wow now i totally understand why your poem here did beat mine in the contest of Deep Pain...this is freaking LOVELY....there's so much pain tendered to here, i read it and i feel myself cringe on the inside. Great piece.

[lee von cleef]

tight , emotions are great, for songs, because every one caries a bottle of pain tied up inside them selves, just to sip on.or guzzle .just depends how far up bloody basin road your stuck.

[Drifter]

thanks, i think thats true about everyone carrying around emotions like a soda bottle, only not everyone's eventually explodes. some of us just keep it forever.