I keep on wishing, praying that you’re well, Hoping you find the love that makes your heart swell. I tell you, “Find the one who’s meant for you,” But deep inside, I ache, wondering why it can’t be true.
Why can’t I be the one you hold dear, The one who quiets your doubts, who dries every tear? I want so badly for you to see me that way, Yet I watch you drift farther, with each passing day.
I don’t want someone else to take my place, But how can I ask, when I’ve given you space? I wish you’d be better, for me, here and now, Yet I swallow the words, not knowing how.
How selfish of me to want you near, When all I ever do is wish away your fear. I put your happiness above my own, And in that act, I’m left standing alone.
That should be me. I hope it would be me. But I know it's just wishful thinking.