Sometimes I wish I were dead
Or maybe in a box somewhere
You could keep me under the bed
Take me out
Dress me up
Give me air

Sometimes I wish I weren't here
Or maybe in a tree somewhere
You could shake it and I'd appear
Check my pulse
Dust me off
Brush my hair

But most times I wish I were you
Or maybe on the moon somewhere
You could scream till your face turns blue
Bring it on
Do your worst
I won't care

I've been hurt,
And i have hurt.

I've been loved,
And I have loved.

I've lost love,
And I withdrew my love.

I've been forgiven
And I try hard to forgive.

In the end,
What goes around comes back around.