Why do I keep hoping, again and again,
That the ones I love will break free from their chains?
I see the same patterns, the same faded art,
Yet my heart dares to believe, as if it’s a fresh start.
I give them a chance, and then one more,
Hoping this time, they’ll open a new door.
But the door stays shut, locked with their ways,
And I wonder why I still hope and still stay.
Why do I keep chasing a change I can’t see?
When deep down, I know, it’s not meant to be.
Their words are like promises, never fulfilled,
Yet my heart keeps hoping, against what’s been willed.
The lessons are clear, the signs are too bright,
But my heart, oh my heart, keeps fighting the fight.
It believes in the good, in the potential unseen,
Yet the truth whispers softly, that it’s all just a dream.
Why don’t I learn? Why do I still care?
Why do I believe that their love is still there?
It’s a cycle, a dance, where I give and I fall,
Hoping, just hoping, they’ll change after all.
But change isn’t magic, it’s more than desire,
It’s action, it’s growth, it’s lighting the fire.
And as I wait, I realize with bittersweet grace,
It’s not them that needs changing, it’s my heart that must embrace.