you don't know me, and you don't even care.

we are presenting one side of ourselves while hiding the fading truth in the palm of our hands.
but no one will reach out.

if you let me.

if you let me, i will pick that note from out of the trash and make it worth something again.

before we lose ourselves for certain and our stars fade into the darkness from where they came.

i would like to see you smile.

i won't tell anyone.

     i promise.