I spend days at a time trying to forget I was his second choice
I hate the way he worships Seth with such admiration in his voice
A ******* paragon an idol to him an affection I could never attain
No matter how hard I try to be equal in his eyes it’s all in vain
I love this man more than any other that’s walked into my life
Being reminded I’ll always be second best just twists the knife
The way he said “When we go to visit him don’t be mad at me”
Filled me with rage and pain what else does he expect me to be
A man who couldn’t love him back will always mean more to him
Than the man who would sacrifice his heart, his life, his limbs
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC
I spend days at a time trying to forget I was his second choice
I hate the way he worships Seth with such admiration in his voice
A ******* paragon an idol to him an affection I could never attain
No matter how hard I try to be equal in his eyes it’s all in vain
I love this man more than any other that’s walked into my life
Being reminded I’ll always be second best just twists the knife
The way he said “When we go to visit him don’t be mad at me”
Filled me with rage and pain what else does he expect me to be
A man who couldn’t love him back will always mean more to him
Than the man who would sacrifice his heart, his life, his limbs
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