The wishes we have
They're like dishes that always come clean
Maybe they might not happen
But I always have that dream
Maybe he'll never love me
And maybe that's ok
I'm always watching him quietly
And judging him blindly
I wish I could tell him
But my confedance is just so slim
I want to be together
But my strength is like rainy weather
The only way I can fix myself
Is to not be myself.
(No I didn't draw this)
