where long disscussions end broken hearts begin so do failed expectations of what could have been or was, slowly fade to grey like all those broken promises we made now tell me what it is you see in me good, bad the promise of hope right? well i wish i had an answear to give to thee but how can i when i'm unable to find my gift to the world when I have so many helping me in my quest to fu-fill all of there hopes and dreams they all have in what if my own our less than they all have for me? what if they only gift i have is to be here for you could you accept that?