Why cant I connect with you?
Why cant I ever find the right words to say?
Why can’t I seem to understand?
Why can’t I ever be the person you want? The person you need?
Why can’t I make you smile?
Why can’t I make you laugh?
Why can’t I be there for you, even when I’m right next to you?
Why can’t I take your pain away, even for a second?
Why can’t I just forget about myself?
Why can’t I make you happy?
Why can’t I make you okay?
It’s just… The sense of ownership they have of their country. Such pride, flags flying high outside of their houses and on their cars. In Australia, we are quicker to shit-can our privileged circumstances, rather than give thanks for what we have. Like, we should have a Thanksgiving too, damnit!