Wishing Wells and Shooting Stars are Home-wreckers


Wished my life away,

Now I’m trying to live back my days,

I use to wish I was taller,

Now I get that I should have shut my mouth.

I wanted to be smarter,

But sometimes you need a little doubt.

Never did I think I’d be this far along,

With this little time.
 

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