Can’t stop what’s coming

Tori; where have I been all of your life – I was born with very few purposes, one of them was to come here and listen to you.
Dear lady, oh but for the things you’ve seen.
Something angelic, something about deliverance.
Perhaps we can deliver each-other.
Bells for her indeed.
Bells for me.
And a thousand thousand voices.
One for every word ever spoken to me by anyone.
And songs for when I’m awake, still awake.
In some fictitious romanticised universe, I would be able to show you my thanks.
Instead, I can only trust that you assume it as such.
This world isn’t good enough for you.
And I sense that I was never meant to land here.