I've turned out just as you had said
I have nothing going for me,
Just as you had planned
Can't I wish upon a star?
When I wish on a shooting star
I ask not but one wish
Though as it may, I've asked for years
And I have gotten nothing at last
Mother, she works herself to sleep. The only interaction I have with her is argument.
My Father is a lazy man. Stricken in his room
He stays locked up, away from us all
The only interaction, getting ignored
My dearest sister, we've grown cold
Every passing second, we push further apart
You ignore me
But when you talk to me, I ignore you
Please forgive me, for it is a learnt practise from that of a fool
Everything I do, is a habit I learned from you
You are the fool
And I, the joker, the loner, the one who is ignored.
So please someone light my fire,
For I have no matches left.
My wick has grown short
So I'll live while I can before I crawl off and die.
Wither and decay I might
Though, I'd live in spite
My wick is short
My spirit, low
My moral, transparent
My life will be short, once the fuse is lit
If you refuse, please tell me why
Why would you let me crawl over and die?
Wither and decay?
Without having any fun?
Can't I wish upon a star
When I wish on a shooting star
I ask not but one wish
Though as it may, I've asked for years
And I have gotten nothing at last
My wick might be short
My flame might be blue
But I won't go near you
Or you'll get smothered by the flame
You may wish for fame
you could wish for money
You could wish for a partner
But why, won't anyone wish for amusement?
I am bound to die young
I am bound to be chained
I am bound to never bit lit
But right now, I beg of you, on my knees touching the floor
Please will you use, your last remaining match... To light my short wick?
