"Hi It's Me Hopeless"





Cold, shallow hearts
made with ice and carved with stone
it's nothing but a cold empty shell
I'm nothing but a cold empty shell
prick me until I bleed
Don't worry shallow hearted empty shells
don't feel a fucking thing.



I'm sitting here listening to a song
that meant so much
but now when I hear it
I just cry
the lines stick out
and wrap themselves around my brain
and are tightly pulled together
and pretty soon
all I can think about is that one song
the lines that make me cry the hardest.



Why does it seem like
everytime I turn on the radio
its playing that song?



I flip through every station
until I find a station I like
a good song is playing
and then when that song is over
it plays that one song.



Why must life torture me this way?



Life finds it funny to prick and prod
at you until you are so miserable
that you just don't want to get out of bed
but you do anyway
get up
get moving
build up your hope
that today will be a better day
just to be slapped in the face
hear a knock at the door
"hi it's me hopeless."


Hopeless comes knocking on the doors
of the hopeful
to slap them on the face
ruin their day
with a needle
poke and prod
to watch them bleed.


So, once again
I'll sit here hoping that
today will be better then yesterday
that hopefully
I won't cry as hard
as I normally do
I will be sitting by the door
listening to the radio
flipping through stations
that seems like only plays that certain song
and waiting to answer the door
so hopeless can slap me in the face
once again.


"Hi it's me Hopeless"

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