I must've said this a thousand times, that i hate being me,
only if i could have a choice in this world, to be not me, i might be happy.
I wish from the shooting stars to change the way i talk sometimes,
i wish to them to change the way i walk sometimes,
Their smiles and giggles excruciate me.
It really makes me feel faulty about me.
Hope there's something in this world that I'm used to,
calling you friend, just like i used to.
There's so many things that i could do differently,
but i don't because i don't want to live frantically.
It must be embarrassing for you to stand besides me,
when the rain of judgement makes my cheeks cold and wet in tear.
I heard those giggles and smirks directed towards me,
saying things starting with; "he is so...." In description of me.
Somehow you're always there to talk.
I still can't believe you still stood there, like a rock.
If you could you would've left me so years ago, but you didn't and why i don't know?
