Being her champion used to be different

I wait to hear.

I know I'm not going to want to listen.

He says that he talks to me because at least I answer him back.

My magic is gone and my patience is lost.

He should say those things into a different set of ears.

I grow wearier.

I tell myself that I should take hope that at least I'm growing.

It's a joke at which I do not laugh.