The footlocker

There are a lot of questions I was going to ask you.
some that used to run through my mind every day, and some that still are up till now.

There are a lot of things I need to tell you.
Some are sweet, some are lemonade.

There are a lot of things I wanna do for you.
And what I mean by a lot is terribly a lot.

I put a lot of hope in you.
I used to. deeply, I still do.

I write letters I never send.
I have dreams I never share.
I keep secrets I never spill.
I have songs I never get to sing. 

Well, never mind.
Those won't come out now. never.
Let them be in my tiny little footlocker.
Together with my handwriting in a paper where you can see three big fat words shouting out loud.