I wish I knew what I wanted to do with my life.
One moment I’m consumed by depression, the next, I’m alive.
I wish I were less complicated and a little bit nice.
Try as I might, sometimes I can’t stop peppering my statements with white lies.
I wish I were easier to love, easier to be with.
One moment I’m calm, the next, I’m a crazy b*tch.
I wish I were hard to let go of, I wish I were indispensable.
But that’s impossible, because half the time I’m insensible.
I wish I had someone who’d fight for me,
But that’s just crazy because nobody would want a freak.
I wish I were happier in my own skin,
Not having to compete with everyone and everything.
I wish I had some peace.
I’d give anything. Just to have a bit.