Wouldn’t it be nice to know what of my wonders stick
I read people well
I pretend not to notice my own intuition and act like I have no concerns
And then I’m proven right
Time and again
I wouldn’t mind putting some of these wonders to rest
I wish I could meet you without being a stalker
Just happen to bump into eachother
Wouldn’t it be lovely to love you face to face
No one knows me
No one tries to know me
It would be nice to know someone who knows me
They insist you get what you need while millions starve
While millions kill themselves
I wish I could do something other than just look at it all in disgust
Forever the watcher and never the one to experience
This world frustrates me
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