Something is said with such enthusiasm, it's not given another thought

  Hope and excitement gather up through the air, and never was thought wrong

  Kinder kisses shared in glee

 "Yes, he'll finally be with me"

Though it was just a week 

 Though it was such a small week

 It was a long week for me;

 Nothing showing how beautiful life was, just a weak gray

Something is said with monotone words, and wasn't given another thought

 until the heart was shocked;

 hope then vanished, words shot bitter without the sweet, tones got darker in defeat

 "Never again will this be"

I traded with an Indian Giver,

 the worst of all trades

 the last of all trades

 this hope will never be the same.