What do you do
If you're just alone
And you're reminded constantly
Of the love you can't have, or hope
To control
You become the third wheel
An unnecessary addition to a plan
And you build up walls
That no one will bring down
The smile leaves your face
Like its training for a race
And where it was resides a scowl.

You cry where no one can see
Inside your soul as your heart continues slowly breaking
And your mind keeps on baking
You wonder "what am i supposed to be doing?"
"Why am i riding these coattails, to what is life grooming me for?"

You become third wheel
An unneeded piece, or a living disease...