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Was it necessary For you to remind me Of what I already know Of what is plain to see? I already know I'm not his first choice This repetitive news Doesn't make me rejoice
This heart was full of love for you, Though you never took a sip. It overflowed until the spring ran Dry and all that was left were broken Memories in the form of dust around
You'll always be second best You'll always be just a pretty face You'll always be someone to be seen, not heard They tell me what I am, they say who I should be "Women shouldn't think, that's not what they're for."
Second’s the best and first is the worst I think that line is a comeback For people who couldn’t reach the pack Not first like they wanted But second, so they flaunt it