They still talk of hope. `For contest.

They still talk of hope;

Bitter lies dripped from your tongue,
the sweetest smell of betrayal,
For when the friendship had just begun
you pushed for it to fail.
An unhealthy thirst for drama
lived deep within your veins,
you craved to be the talk of the town
but now no talk remains.
Yet only I see through you
like the clearest window pane,
for its like a mirror image
reflecting my inner shame.

They still talk of hope, they still speak of love
with the strongest of faith in their heart.
But each step that you take, you're starting to break
this trust that we share apart.
They still talk of hope, they still speak of love,
their naive little minds hard at play,
So each time that you crave, is the time to be brave,
before you push us away.