If I had a glimmer of hope perhaps it might brighten my mood. So, can you give me that glimmer? Remind me of who I am so I can rise above the petty shit you've placed me in, a place where the rules change daily and love is elusive. Spend a day inside my shoes, living my life, your mind wouldn't last all day. It would dissolve, become goo, and drip out of your holes. Find me another situation that is better than this. You must have potential partners lined up. Bring them out. If I am the light bringer, my heart needs a spark first.
I'd grab a thread if it helped, rope? there's no rope.
That's Gods plan, Trump is borrowing it until he shows up.