I've lost my mental dignity.
Emotional captivity? Yeah, right.
I've lost all my ability
To look at these things logically.
They say that love is misery. They're right.
I've looked ahead, and what I see
Is promising, to say the least.
But can I really trust my cloudy sight?
So I digress to let things be
And I think both of them agree
That this is how you do this hope thing right.