I sang a song so beautifully the melody like a symphony.
But then i messed up, isn’t that rough.
And a man looked at me and said, “it’s okay there’s second best you see.”
The words they seem to follow me, always second best at everything.
I met a boy and liked him so, further and further I’d let him go.
I gave myself fully, thought he felt for me truly.
But it was a lie, as I saw with my eyes.
His ex by his side, his hand running up her thigh.
And as he look at me he said, “you’ll always be second best to me”
The words they still follow me, always second best you see.
Always second best that's me, always second best at everything.