THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...)
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sometimes I feel
like nobody cares
I look around
and nobody's there
I want to trust
but when I do
I'm left alone
out of the blue
singing the blues
out of the blue
are the always waiting
for dreams to fall through
singing the blues
what can I do
loving or hating
it's up to you
I've never been one who gives good apathy
ambivalence is not an easy thing to find in me
casual acceptance of all the human misery
seems to me to be the sickest form of insanity
when things seem to go wrong
are you looking or someone to blame?
do you take responsibility
for your actions or your name
is the something meaningful
upon which you would stake your life
is this world your oyster
or is it a dull knife
sometimes I feel
like nobody cares
I look around
and nobody's there
I want to trust
but when I do
I'm left alone
out of the blue
singing the blues
out of the blue
are the always waiting
for dreams to fall through
singing the blues
what can I do
loving or hating
it's up to you
can't you see
I don't want to cry
but there's so much shit in the air
some gets in my eyes
can it be
that nobody really cares
and we're all only out for ourselves
as it appears?
sometimes I feel
like nobody cares
I look around
and nobody's there
I want to trust
but when I do
I'm left alone
out of the blue
singing the blues
out of the blue
are the always waiting
for dreams to fall through
singing the blues
what can I do
loving or hating
it's up to you
Ric Candor ©2002
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