A sweet little tale like a beautiful murder

Spent the better part of a decade chasing a stupid hope. Wasting time, money on a thing that wasn't ever sure, always with the faith of it being about timing, like it had to go right at some point.
Funny that now there is no right way to waiting for, none to speak of. So now there is the life, living like its cut down the bone, with a raw nerve exposed and always itching to look for another stupid waste