edit.

When did I become such a bad person?

Through my eyes.

I have a friend, and she's lucky, oh so  lucky.

She's lucky because she's still pure. 

She has no expectations yet.

She has her whole life ahead of her to become a knowledgeable individual about this game called life and be naively swept off her feet by newfound happiness. 

She's lucky, oh so lucky.

She's lucky because she has yet to be truly defeated and stepped on.

She's lucky because she's yet to question herself

She's lucky because she isn't me. 

I have a friend, and she's lucky, oh so very lucky.

She's lucky because she still has doubts.

She's lucky because she can still make mistakes and feel bad.

She's lucky because she can still dream  of love

And wake up in the morning and still think of adventures.

She's lucky because she's still scared of honesty

And the unknown

And the excitement for what is new.

She's lucky because while I sit here, she's still affected by it all.

She's lucky because she isn't me.