Sometimes, I wish it were me that you looked at.
Sometimes, I’d wish you’d give me the time of day to get to know me.
Sometimes, I wish I would’ve never liked you.
Sometimes, I wish I was as pretty as her.
Sometimes, I wish you cared and gave a damn.
Sometimes, I wish you knew how I felt.
Sometimes, I wish you considered my feelings if you call yourself a friend.
I guess wishing for you to be someone you’re not is better than wondering what could have been.
