Hair pulled back,
Makeup at it's peak,
Now tell me girl,
Are you weak?
I've seen your pretty smile,
But it doesn't reach your eyes,
Although you look happy,
Your eyes can't tell lies.
Now tell me pretty girl
In the front of the room
Who is it,
That makes you feel gloom?
Is it your friends,
Who are pretty,
Perfect,
And fake?
Please tell me girl,
Because I know how you feel,
How it is
Being the third wheel.
The extra
The unwanted.
And those feelings,
Are haunted.
I'm here for you,
Please don't lie.
It's sad to see happy faces with sad eyes.