he'll hang me out to dry.
he'll tell another of his lies.
I weep inside my broken hands.
I ever make further plans.
I'll toss and tun, sweating at night.
I'll hold back from a red flag fight.
my voice falls on deaf ears.
my head swims in past years.
I'm second-rate.
I'm gonna wait.

It's the first
putting myself first.
It's worst
placing myself last.
Even if I'm an outcast.