I'm starving
But I feel shame
I want to feed
But it's against the game
The rules made up
Everyone follows
When I ask for a bite
It's hard to swallow
I would rather ache
I would rather wither
Than to cause you discomfort
Even for a minute
I will hunger
I will thirst
And never ask more
The problem is me
No one can satiate
Time is fleeting
But too expensive
Spend a moment
I will pay with love

Prep for the worst mentally 

For another let down

Reoccurring cyclically 

Another shot in the arm

Another high

Followed by lows

Optimisism is just a symptom 

For those who do not live in reality

If you keep yourself down

You'll always be grounded 

No matter how many times

Your heart gets pounded