it never seemed hard to me
being what others wanted to see

i am adaptable
and i never really cared
if it was my true self
i ran around and shared

but as i got older; and also hurt
not once
not twice
but a lifetime's worth

i stopped being whatever i was
a long while ago
considering anyway,
it was all just a show

for i don't want to be called
a liar no more
only because my voice
is so incredibly sore

from laughing and talking
and washing it all away
just so i don't ever have to feel
this endless betray


because no matter how hard i try
they always end up looking me dead in the eyes
before turning their backs
and leaving for good
making me regret what i probably should

because no matter how hard i try
i will surely lose my voice.

for i always end up
being the second choice