In the swirling midst of your twisting confusion,
Emerging discrepancies kill the delusion,
Swiftly inducing that first cold conclusion.
You wanted, you hoped, you were achingly wrong.
So shake off the shock of the fables and fiction,
Arrive then again at this next bleak conviction
Concerning your mental distress and affliction.
Deceit stings but truth brings the hurt that's so strong.
Rearrange your illusions, adjust your mythology,
Examine the evidence, dissect the chronology,
Ultimately owing yourself an apology.
It was hope that had caused all your pain, all along.
Hope after all...all your pain...all along.