I'll pour out my heart
Into a speech and for a second,
They get it.
Then 1, 2, 3, rinse, wash, repeat and we're back at it again.
I hate to say it but I'm about dried up of all my encouragement.
Because giving it to you leaves none for me and I don't have enough to say anything.
So before you wallow
Before you hurt,
Please remember my words.

No need for copy paste,
For nothing's really changed.
So allow some hope to be left
for me.