BROKEN HOPE So sick of being by myself alone So sick of holding hands with no one. So sick of seeing my friends With their girlfriends. I hate being alone like this I want someone to miss. I want someone to love I want someone to think of. Tears on my sleeves again I’m wondering when… When will things change? My life is still the same. Broken hearts paint my memory This world is so dark to me. This is all breaking me down Is there any hope around? Why cant I see I’m dying for what’s killing me?
