Dear friend, what I would give to trade with you. I want everything that you have. I want your problems, I want your worries. I want your happiness. Your goddamn abundance of happiness. I want your charm. I want to change this persona, this image of utter irrelevance. I'm sick of sympathy, of all the same advice. I'm done with being a hypocrite, with not being able to cry. If i could shed just one tear, a tear to represent change....
You don't know how well you have it. Maybe I don't either, but my jealousy cant be helped. I'm selfish at heart, and if I could sieze it, I would. Anything to lift myself from this hole.
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