Second,
Story of my life.
Second Base, second string, second thoughts
Never first, never me.
I adjusted, lived with it..
Put myself behind my friends, as they leave with someone
And I sitting alone, no one to repel the darkness with.
Sick of it, sick of letting everyone else get what they want,
At my expense.
Then it happens, for the first time perhaps
It changed, and I felt good
And I am second again after 15 days..
I put you before myself, calling it love
And alone again I am
I am sick of everything, fed up with it all..
Another flight perhaps, a late night drive
and never come back...
Never never land seems like a nice place.
Wish I didn't have to let you go first,
But that's how it always ends up, me
Second.