I never told you this,
it's a bit embarassing,
but every wish I make,
I make it for you.
Every penny thrown into fountains,
every lucky stars shinning bright,
every last cigarette of the pack,
is a wish for you
I wish that your troubles will go away.
I wish that you will no longer need those antidepressants.
I wish that you finally get the break you need.
If it means I'll never see you again,
if it means you'll forget about me,
so be it.
You deserve to be happy.
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 2:07 PM UTC
I never told you this,
it's a bit embarassing,
but every wish I make,
I make it for you.
Every penny thrown into fountains,
every lucky stars shinning bright,
every last cigarette of the pack,
is a wish for you
I wish that your troubles will go away.
I wish that you will no longer need those antidepressants.
I wish that you finally get the break you need.
If it means I'll never see you again,
if it means you'll forget about me,
so be it.
You deserve to be happy.
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