Wishful whispered words... wasted on a not working wishing well

Always this feeling...
Wounded heart not healing...
I've been smoking a lot,
straight fags, not pot...
I've been drinking even more...
Even more than before
we first met...
Before my pillow was wet
with these tears I don't cry,
keeping them inside, just a sigh
coming out of my lips,
smuthered by my fingertips
so no one knows I'm still in pain...
Still waiting in vain
for another sudden chance...
Just one more pointless dance,
just another failed atempt at romance...
Just another one night stance...

I guess I must have lost it,
or maybe just a little bit,
to still be willing to wait...
I took the line, hook and bait,
but keep struggling, like a shark,
despite knowing it will soon be dark...
Despite knowing we're stuck in park,
not going away from the dog's bark
you've come to know as home...
Where I wish we'd both roam...
I'm just a love-sick fool...
And that... really isn't cool,
when you realise that disguise
isn't also seen in your eyes...