The wishes I held as a child moved through the air and blew out the candle
To which if I didn't get the Barbie I wanted, it would be a scandal.
But now I don't feel the same excitement that I used to carefully handle.
Now I don't feel the same love and cherishment that came with the wrapped gamble.
I wish I could've stopped the clock and taken time out.
Then I wouldn't have to lose the whole fight of making it count.
The riptide keeps getting stronger-
And I don't know if I can drink any longer.
At least it happens only once a year, where I can lay down and cry.
Lay down and sigh.
Not just another birthday, another year I feel like nothing's changed.
What Can You Do?
But maybe this time, I'll win.
Maybe this time I'll be Lady Peaceful, that Lady Happy.
The one who dreams of New York in a rapid frenzy of staring down my alley;
The one who dreams of better, more reliable days.
And yet I'm still in this ongoing, unfortunate craze.
