*With every climb out of bed, and every brush of her hair, she can't help but wonder, why she still has her hopes high. And every brush of eyeshadow, and every stroke of mascara, she thinks about how he's the reason she puts on this face. And every step to the bus stop, and every walk down the hallway, she knows that he would be worth, all the trouble she's gone through. But with every wipe of make-up remover, and every climb into bed, she can't help but wish she didn't waste her thoughts on him. *