Hopeless I say hello,
waiting for a conversation about heavens in this hell below.
You look so damn pretty in that dress yellow.
“Today is the day”, I’ve been hoping this far too long.
Angelic face, satanic smile you’re heartless.
Convincing you is like crossing skyscrapers on a rope.
Attempts to break so much ice, burns me inside.
Today is the day when my hopes would freeze into a song.
Doesn’t it feel wrong?