They say they love you. Doesn’t mean they do. They say they missed you. Doesn’t make it true. We hold on to words. Beg them to be real. The lies we hear are sweeter than the truth. We feed on hits. Anything will do. Then we start over. The pain is breathtaking. The cycle never ends. The silence is deafening. And somehow… we stay. Because we hope, We're hoping, and we'll keep hoping that this time is different. Spoiler alert: It’s never different. Never better. Just the same. Always the same.