every night i'm disappointed.
when it's a good day,
or a bad day.
i'm always disappointed.
i think to myself,
"i know i should keep my hopes down, so i have nothing to be disappointed about."
but then i think,
"don't i deserve to have my hopes up for once?
haven't i earned the right?
haven't i been through enough?"
"out of every bad day, every good day,
don't i deserve to hope, that everything will be ok?
that everything is, was, will be,
ok?"
