Cyanide Addiction
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What is this thing we call hope
Is it a sign of good things to come
Or is it just another hangman's rope
It's another reason to drain the bottle of rum
We're always taking a chance
For a love that may or may not exist
In the end we get a goodbye kiss and a last dance
Just adding another heart break to the list
Yet we still believe in this thing called hope
After every heart breaking fall
That leaves us suffocating and hung by our own rope
After being trapped by four cold walls
So is it worth the chance of another repeat
For a love that is destined to fail
In the end that last kiss tastes of bitter defeat
How can we prevent that final derail
This obscure thing we call hope
Is it a sign of the good or our own demise
Have we all been hanging by our own rope
Maybe hope is death in disguise..
Is it a sign of good things to come
Or is it just another hangman's rope
It's another reason to drain the bottle of rum
We're always taking a chance
For a love that may or may not exist
In the end we get a goodbye kiss and a last dance
Just adding another heart break to the list
Yet we still believe in this thing called hope
After every heart breaking fall
That leaves us suffocating and hung by our own rope
After being trapped by four cold walls
So is it worth the chance of another repeat
For a love that is destined to fail
In the end that last kiss tastes of bitter defeat
How can we prevent that final derail
This obscure thing we call hope
Is it a sign of the good or our own demise
Have we all been hanging by our own rope
Maybe hope is death in disguise..
