the last something that meant anything
When I walk out for good, when I really gain the strength i need then maybe you will see. Maybe you can look back and say, “Wow, that girl really did love me.” To tell you the truth, I don’t have much to offer. But i’ll still give you everything I’ve got, even if it’s barely a thing at all. I’ll give you late nights, long hugs. Someone to talk to, someone to care for, someone who will always be there. A hand to hold, somebody to lean on. And if that’s not enough, just know you have all of me. I hope that’s enough.
