M. Bovary

I want so many things
I want you to adore me
I believed in everything
The storybooks told me
I don’t understand why people are born
Only to want what will never be yours
I want so many things
Other girls have them
How do you get from A to B
How does anything happen
I’ve never been good at being happy
I’d learn how if I could, but I just keep on wanting everything
Can you blame me?