From when I was young till the present,
everything I did was always placed second.
But back then, it didn't matter much to me
because I knew what I now cannot see
I knew that my best should be enough,
even though accepting that can be tough.
Now I come second to a girl of great beauty,
she's something that I could never be.
She is oblivious to my existence,
which makes it easier for resistance
to pursue a love that isn't rightfully mine.
Why did I feel as if I was on cloud nine,
while being the girl called a home wrecker,
he made me feel as if she did not matter.
Now the verdict has been discussed and it's in
she is victorious and me, I did not win.
I feel surprised, but at home as well
love was never a story that I could tell
I hope to one day be deserving of first place
in someones heart, for them to feel my face,
and acknowledge the fact that they love me
only me, and thoughts of another could not be.