I was used to losing,

After all, winning is only for one.

But for once I kept hope,

But regret’s pain is a bigger ton.

I usually never am positive,

After all, it’ll just hurt.

The feeling is like of falling,

And landing in the dirt.

For once I took the risk,

For once I hoped for more.

But as usual, things went sour,

Making my inner cheek feel sore.

You seemed different, you seemed nice.

Being sunshiney, as usual, -has a price.

You may believe that someone is different,

But it all comes back to finding your best friend to vent.

“I thought they were someone special-,” as usual, we cry.

Our best friend frowns, hiding a small sigh.

“People are not what we deem them to be.

We deem them an idol, we ignore what we see.

Heartbreak is inevitable, of course it is.

After all, we’re all blind when it comes to where our heart is.”