Dumb Luck, Dumb Hope
Dumb luck,
Dumb hope.
I'm a sitting duck,
A hurt antelope
When I first saw you
you were a crush
In a minute I hoped
In an hour I wished
In the night I dreamed
The next day, everything was brighter
But weeks later
The skies are dark
And clouds pour rain
And now I'm just going insane.
The things you made me realize
The second you entered my life.
A fraction of a chance,
After one dance
We talk
We walk
I hope
I dream
And it's hard
I hope I dream
I think about you every second
But do you?
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