all these dresses, but no occasion to wear them.
all these things i want to give, but no one to take them.
all this loyalty- devotion…but no one wants it.
all these stories, but no one to tell them to.
all my perceptions, but they’re never understood.
there is so much that i have, that i wish i could share. so much in me, in my little world, that im waiting to give.
i wish my hero would come.