And sometimes, I'm so envious of those people,
Those with their happy ever afters,
Those who got to be with their loved one,
And again, how would you know there weren't any rough parts.
I think to myself, I want to be wanted so much,
But yet I don't want to be owned.
I don't know how will that work, but yeah.
I haven't got the time to figure things out.
So, now and then I pretend that I'm contented with life. (: