When's it my turn to be happy.
When's it my turn to be so blissful like how it's supposed to be.
Will it ever be my turn.
I wish you'd feel less insecure.
You're perfect the way you are.
If people don't like that then fuck them.
I wish you'd have more confidence in yourself.
You've so much to be proud of.
Hold your head up high, middle fingers up higher.
I wish things didn't turn out this way.
I wish I could go back and undo everything, try everything again.
I wish all the "what ifs" could actually come true.
For the first time in forever I don't know where to move on from here.
Always prided myself in being rational and clear headed, always having a plan, always painfully practical.
And for the first time ever I'm scared I'd be stuck at this point in my life.
I wish I had the strength to let go.
I wish I didn't have to.
I wish I could have the patience and stupidy to wait in blind hopes.
I wish I had the discipline to move on.
I wish I didn't smoke a whole fucking pack.
I wish I had an outlet for all this frustration.
I wish I had you.
