There are days when I wish you would love me more.
Instead of loving this plastic body of mine that I hold.
There are days when I wish you had told,
Your actual feelings before committing anything.
There are days when I wish I could get over you.
But I still end up stealing glances in the direction that is you.
I always convince myself to be fine.
Whenever I want to break down and die.
There are days when I wish that I have someone to hold and love.
But there are also days when I know that these things are a far dream,
Too far to be true, too far to be real.
There are days when I wish that I was someone else.
Those days still exist.
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 12:59 AM UTC
There are days when I wish you would love me more.
Instead of loving this plastic body of mine that I hold.
There are days when I wish you had told,
Your actual feelings before committing anything.
There are days when I wish I could get over you.
But I still end up stealing glances in the direction that is you.
I always convince myself to be fine.
Whenever I want to break down and die.
There are days when I wish that I have someone to hold and love.
But there are also days when I know that these things are a far dream,
Too far to be true, too far to be real.
There are days when I wish that I was someone else.
Those days still exist.
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