You’re perfectly perfect to me. No need to change who you are to fit my previous tastes, nor must you change to make me “happy.” I’m happy with the way you are now and I’ll be happy when you change and mature.
I’m starting to feel different. These emotions, where do they come from? Like all of a sudden, things are changing. You’re changing. I’m changing. We’re changing. This bond we have has escalated to the point where I must ask, should I keep moving forward? I’m honestly afraid. What if, yet again, I get attached and you leave? Or even worse, what if you get attached and I leave? Feelings juggle around. I’m only some-some years old. I have more years to go than I have to worry. So why does it feel like you matter so much in a time of care-free living? As of now, I don’t want to have to lose you to anyone. Not a single person. It hurts, you know. When I think of all the things, all the possibilities of you leaving. But what should I care? I’ve done this before. Gotten someone so attached, then leaving. I’ve done this more than once. More than twice. I’m afraid. I like this, I like it a lot. I hope I don’t ruin this.
I’m waiting on a miracle You know, those things in fairytales Cept I don’t want a prince Or a fancy dress and glass heels No, I don’t want seven dwarfs Or a crown to decorate my head I’m waiting on a miracle To save someone’s life Someone special Who’s very sick and ill And he’s not feeling very well lately And it makes me sad So very sad Pray for my grandpa Pray for a miracle We need more miracles
Everybody’s changed so much. Including me. For some of us, it was for the better. As for the rest… We’re on the verge of corruption. Seriously? What happened to being chill and respectful and happy? I don’t even feel like talking to anyone anymore because it’s gotten to the point where I’m just sick of hearing all this shit float around. Give me my friends back.
It’d be nice if you took the time to notice me. Notice how I was doing in school. Ask about my day. Hopefully ask me if I want to go somewhere with you. It’d be nice if you didn’t demand so much of me whenever we’re together. It’d be nice to just sit down and relax with you instead of arguing and fighting. It’d be nice if you cared about me as much as you do my sister. It’d be nice if you just took the time to realize that I’m your daughter, too. Mom, it’d be really nice if you just showed me that you love me instead of giving me empty words.