Second best
I don’t wanna see you
Running your finger down a list of names
Before you remember to
Flash me a smile and ask me how I am
And I’m so sorry
But I feel the need to get this off my chest
I’m sick and tired
Of always being someone’s second best
In the name of research
I’m running my finger down a list of names
Of all the ones I’ve been close to
I’m figuring out how many felt the same
And I’m so weary
Of analysing every last caress
But I’m sick and tired
Of always being someone’s second best
Of always being someone’s second best
I know this self pity
Does not become me
It just sometimes
Gets the better of me
Running your finger down a list of names
Before you remember to
Flash me a smile and ask me how I am
And I’m so sorry
But I feel the need to get this off my chest
I’m sick and tired
Of always being someone’s second best
In the name of research
I’m running my finger down a list of names
Of all the ones I’ve been close to
I’m figuring out how many felt the same
And I’m so weary
Of analysing every last caress
But I’m sick and tired
Of always being someone’s second best
Of always being someone’s second best
I know this self pity
Does not become me
It just sometimes
Gets the better of me
posted by Gnu cnu at 9:01 PM
1 Comments:
A great song that I picture acoustically.
Picture this....You sitting on the edge of the stage. Spotlight on your face. So melodramatic. As the song progresses you rise, hold out your hand to the crowd. Pull them into you. Bring their souls on stage with you. So mesmorizing.
Slowly this song has grown on me.
Bravo
~ C ~
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