Only to dream and Idolize you. Little boys like me never grow. They just get older and constantly begin anew. New toys for new boys. But always young in tears.
Hearts bleed the same.
Little boys are perfectly fine about sharing their toys. By starlight little boys dream of fields of tall grass and flowers of love. But reality makes me violent. A little boy upset because his head is not in the clouds. Trust is blind and so blind is a little boys eyes.