29.12.21
I feel like I've gotten to that stage,
No I've gotten to that age,
Where every year another friend gets married
And starts a whole new life away.
That's the dream.
And I'm still sitting here,
In my room
At 4 am
Wanting to do more with my life.
I'm celebrating
And congratulating them
While I'm thinking "will this ever be me?"
As much as I wish
And Imagine that it will be,
There's something about
Year after year
Watching more friends get married and move away,
There's something about that
That makes me think.
That makes me believe
That that's not going to happen.
It's not in the cards for me.
And I can't help but compare myself to them
Because they're so much more perfect that me,
They're so much more beautiful than me,
They're everything I wish I could be.
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