You try so hard to care
When your friends are there
You've seen it before
Their hopes soar
They've fallen in love
So gentle as a dove
And yet it prickles as a thorn
They've turned forlorn,
As that dove flies
Their hopes die
And I watch as the descend
Will their sadness ever end?
I try to cheer them up
It just seems to make them drop
Won't they ever come up?