I’m tired of being second best.
I’m tired of being the one you call at midnight
Wanting to rant and rave about life
And all your ******* ****!

What happened to calling up friends just to say “hey”?
What happened to calling up someone just to tell them you miss them?
What happened to all the good times?
What happened to make me your diary?

I’m tired of being needed only when something goes wrong.
I’m tired of hearing about all your problems!
I’m so ******* tired of texts and calls without so much as a “hi”
I’m tired of you complaining and never taking my advice.

When you can take me seriously
As a friend and a confidante;
When you can take my advice
Rather than coming back with the same complaints again and again;
When you can treat me as a person
And not an emotional punching bag;
Then I might consider letting you back in.

I don’t want to be second best anymore
I don’t want to come after all your issues
But I can’t change the fact that that’s the way you see me.

I’m done with trying to fix things for you
I’m done trying to help you
If you can’t fix yourself and your own problems
Then there’s nothing left for me to say.

When you keep coming back wanting new advice for the same thing
Over and over, there’s nothing I else I can do.
I’ve given you all I have
But you throw it back in my face
So here’s to the end
The end of me being second best to all your problems.