I don't know why I do it anymore
The anticipation, the hope
It's too much
I miss optimism
But the barren mailbox lives
Without a single letter
Year after year of waiting
And I'm finally old enough to understand
It just doesn't happen easily
Or maybe it doesn't happen at all
Destruction isn't always obvious
And these tears I'm cryin' are invisible
No one knows
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