Why can't I extract what the next person gets from life?
The next person gets to be loved, deservedly so
The next person's problems are solved in flow
The next person can see what is right and wrong
Consequently making the right decisions
Does that make me the last person?
Because I can't keep a realistic grip on love
My problems take over my life, swallowing me whole
I can't begin to understand the complexities of decisions once made
God only knows how to repair the damaged I have yet to cause
The next person gets to see before they do
The next person hears the hidden truth
The next person feels the boundaries not to be trod
The next person is confident in their layer
This means I am the last person!
I know not of seeing before doing
I never get to not do what I shouldn't
It's done before I can stop and too late to alter
I long to be confident, go about my chores with a notch of knowing
Dreaming, even glowing to be without worry and have without sorrow
I seem to pay for everything in advance
What I want I pay for 10 fold
What I dream I couldn't possibly afford
It would be more unique to feel sure
To be with out need of a cure
To run with my shadow following instead of tripping me through fear
Things happen for a reason, just never the right one for me
To be the next person oh what a break
To get away from my tired war; life
To be at ease, and feel safe
To be loved and let it be, yes it's true, he loves me!
To have and to hold, no fear of loosing
To be Getting and...