as i sit back, i think of all i lack. what can i do to make this dream come true? will i ever be who i want to be? can i ever be what i want to be? have i wasted my time as i tell you my lines lines of emotions that mean nothing. as i try to give you something, something to make you see, all i ever tried to be was a good friend to you but apparently my time is through. i have failed at this, you care no more about me, but i will always care for you and i want to be the one you run to when the sun has lost it's color, and your skies are no longer blue.