On the first week
When you would ask if everything was okay,
I'd reply with,
'Yes everything's perfect.'
Because I was truly happy
And the hope was there.
On the second week
When you would ask if everything was okay,
I'd reply with,
'Everything's great.'
Because I didn't want to make you unhappy
But I was hanging onto the hope.
On the third week
When you would ask if everything was okay,
I'd reply with,
'It's fine.'
Because I knew it was over
And I knew the hope never really existed.
