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Sometimes I wish, I never lived here anymore;
For
the things I hold dear, just seem
to
disappear.
Sometimes I wish, I could fly away;
For the things that happened yesterday, seem to happen day after day.
Sometimes I wish, I could
be
alone;
And not have to worry about how I've
grown.
Sometimes I wish, I just wasn't me;
And that God would make me into something artificially.
(But) For all those things I wished
to
be,
(They) Could not compete with the real me.
- Erika Keller