Dear little old me, I\'m quite jealous of you
Not because you were bright and unaware,
But cause you don’t happen anymore.
They say it gets better, but does it?
You must not know what anxiety is.
I think of bed rotting and ordering breakfast,
Yeah I wanna watch tv in silence,
No I don’t want to go out I prefer naps in his laps now.
The only thing we share now is this annoying smile
That’s the only thing that keeps me alive.
I lost your wonder, I lost your charm I surely lost all of you little girl,
but not those curls (we still hate them yes)
You\'d be horrified when you listen to these thoughts,
these ridiculous ideas they call them suicidal and what not.
You remind me of my sunshine, my past and my innocence.
I\'m not ready to face those adult consequence.
I’ll say I miss you and I\'m sorry,
Don’t know if I mean it but I\'ll be proud of your story.
You\'re lost and gone, never really returning,
That makes me feel relieved cause you\'ll be wondering.
I\'m happy you existed but that’s just not me,
Wondering what my future feel about this.