I wished on my star again tonight.
The same wish every time.
It has yet to come true.
But I still keep wishing.
I have worked all my life to be different.
Different from all the rest.
Yet all you want is the same.
The same games.
The same misery you claim to despise.
I can show you a new way.
A happier way.
All you have to do is be brave enough to hold my hand.
I've been reaching out for so long.
My arm grows weary.
Save me?