What hurts the most is the expectations I have of how I want it to be.
Deep inside I know it will never happen, but there's still a bit of hope inside of me.
I'm wishing for the impossible, for forbidden love,
And that bit of hope I'm holding onto is enough.
The story I have in my head of us feels so real,
And it only makes it worse, the way I feel.
I don't know if letting go is achievable,
Because with this little hope, I'm still holding onto the impossible.
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