Second fiddle, second rate Left to swallow bitter fate Wanting more, wanting praise To have at least some glory days Even friends seem not to see The deeper longing inside me And sorrow when I'm pushed aside My disappointment I just hide. Half a sentence uttered when They interrupt me, cutting in Didn't notice I was there And moved along without a care Thoughts of mine are questioned quick As if my logic wouldn't stick Wrong by default, why ask me Never mind, just ignore me.
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