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.