Sad and Disappointed

I don't expect my efforts will yield positive results. I've never fooled myself that my dreams would come true. Being used to rejection, I anticipate it. But all the same, I hate it. Wouldn't you?

So what happens now? So, what happens now? What am I going to do?

Time and time again, I say "I don't care". I pretend that I'm immune to gloom, and I'm hard, through and through. But every time it matters, all my words desert me. So, anyone can hurt me, and they do.

So what happens now? So, what happens now? What am I going to do?

Give me a little time, and I'll be fine some how. Well, maybe not that fine, but I'll survive anyhow. I won't recall the names and faces of this sad occasion. But, that's no consolation, here and now.

So, what happens now? I'll get by, I always have before. What am I going to do? Don't ask, because I don't know, anymore.