I want to be you when I grow up

I am jealous. So jealous of you.

You have what I want.

You lose it easily.

Adored you are. I, not so much.

You have the faith that I would kill for.

Ok, not kill. I have enough faith to know thats wrong.

I want your eyes.

Your voice.

Your luck.

Your grades and discipline.

Just once to be you. Oh how it would be love.

I want to be you when I grow up.