I am always the second choice.
I am never the one someone falls in love or infatuated with first glance;
I am never the one someone decides to choose when faced with a decision of picking
And I’ve never won a race in my life.

I’m fairly used to this but it doesn’t make it any less painful or disheartening.
To see what could’ve been, turned and changed and placed in another girls hands.
My self confidence gets knocked down like lives in every level of this game,
Whilst somebody boosts theirs with what I lost.

I am, perhaps, too naive and blind to realise that it was all in my head
Despite others seeing what I too saw.
Or perhaps I’m far too boring and uninteresting to keep someone.
Maybe I am better off using my body for temporary people rather than trying to seek someone long term.
Maybe I am not made to be loved in that way,
Maybe I am not made to have people stay with me too long
And maybe I am just a form of use to someone in pleasure than for them to treasure.