Disappointment (an original composition)

I woke up this morning
And realized that
The world had not, in fact
Come to an end

The Sun rose again
Even though it had set
The night before, and took
My hopes and dreams with it

I still don't quite know
How it all came to this
Not sure if anyone
Ever will

But with every ending
Good or bad
Comes the hope
Of a new beginning

The Sun cannot rise
Unless it first sets
The victory is more sweet
After tasting defeat

But the fat lady's singing
Is still ringing in my ears

It's the same singing every year

And it's giving me a headache