I wish I wrote it for someone else and
I wish I didn’t have to think about you all the time.
I can’t help who I love;
In the end, it’s my mountain to climb.
I want you to be happy and free;
I just wish in the end, it were with me.
How much longer do I have to wait for my own happiness?
When will I step over the edge and let you go;
Out of my mind and out of the madness?