My Way.
I don't know what song is playing but it's hauntingly familiar.
It's definitely something my (now dead) grandmother would listen to.
He sings about doing things and having things his own way.
And I can't help but think about things that I could get my way if I were him.
If I had it my way Eliza would be able to see the things she got and more.
If I had everything my way the things going on around me would never end.
Eliza would not stop smiling the way she's smiling now.
Looking at her at this exact moment is perfect.
If I had it my way, she would see me and it would be perfect.
This is only if I had things my way.
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