I hate to ask, Because if I don’t, Then you can’t say no, And I can’t be rejected. I can live inside a false hope that maybe, Just maybe, Your love is still hidden away, Like treasures of ages past. The false hope is what I cling to, The last chance that perhaps I can have you back, Someday soon, But even some distant day would be better than no day. So I won’t ask, So I can’t feel the sting of rejection once more. But I’m already so hurt, What would a little more pain do? It would do nothing, of course. I could gamble. I could ask and maybe you would say yes, That there is still chance. That there is still hope. But if the answer was no, That never would we have a chance, What would I do? Of course… I would remember. I would remember how strongly you felt before, How much you loved me and how strongly you clung to that feeling. That changed, So who’s to say this won’t too? So once again, I am left clinging to a false hope. A false hope that perhaps, You’ll change your mind once more.