I just hope it gets better, as things that can get better will. I think it can happen, if a chance of Us remains still. What’s worst is knowing, knowing we were so damn close; yet I let it slip through my fingers, I let my nails make this hole. What were we fighting? What have we been doing? All along I was a dreamer; all along I was a believer. All along I was hoping… for it to get better yet… as things that can get better will get.