I had hopes that id fill that void
even just a little
I had hopes that I could be what's needed
but I obviously don't understand
I had hopes of becoming something new
I may be new
but that’s not what she needs...

I look her in the eyes every day

and see happiness

but is it only on the outside?

She’s broken and beautiful

and my glues not strong enough...

I had hopes that id fill that void
even just a little
I had hopes that I could be what's needed
but I obviously don't understand
I had hopes of becoming something new
I may be new
but that’s not what she needs...

my hand traces patterns

on her knee

through her hair

and it still brings a smile to her eyes

a momentary distraction from the world left behind

what I wouldn’t give to keep her smile around

I had hopes that id fill that void
even just a little
I had hopes that I could be what's needed
but I obviously don't understand
I had hopes of becoming something new
I may be new
but that’s not what she needs...

maybe...

just…maybe...

there may still be hope to be had...

maybe someday I will take my place...

but will I be first ?

or not even in line...

I had hopes that id fill that void
even just a little
I had hopes that I could be what's needed
but I obviously don't understand
I had hopes of becoming something new
I may be new
but that’s not what she needs...
but that’s not what she needs...

will I ever be what...

she...

needs...?