I wish.

I wish you'd go to heaven,

just so I could finally be in hell.

The hell I've always been told about,

the hell that I've been promised.

You'd be happy and smiling,

and it wouldn't be a lie this time.

You wouldn't be doing it for my sake,

but because you were finally happy.

I told you I'd put all your pain on myself,

and I will.

You deserve to be pampered and treated well,

while I deserve to be tortured and maimed.

Those silly wishes I make on a shooting star,

if only you knew what I was really wishing for.