I wish sometimes I didn’t know anybody.
Then, if I didn’t, I’d feel less cruddy.
Surrounded by people makes me feel so evil.
I wish just for a day I could get away,
but then maybe there I’d stay.
I wish I could run just myself, away from the rest.
Back there they’d stay.
I wish I was atop a lonely mountain.
Up here I’d feel at peace,
not worrying of what’s about to happen.
I wish to see the people again who have made me so deep.
On one’s shoulder I would weep.
I wish I could have said goodbye.
Instead I sit alone and cry.
I wish someone would answer my question, “Why?”
Until then, you’ll be thought of ‘till I die.