[Intro-verse.]
In a trio of three, there's a secret bind,
Of two who stick close, leaving the other behind,
The duo laughs and plays, their bond so tight,
The third one stands there, feeling left out of the night,
[First verse.]
There was a time when things were lighthearted and fun,
When the three friends had just begun,
They shared stories and secrets, dreams and fears,
And their bond was strong and their love sincere.
They spent days and nights together, having the time of their lives,
With laughter and joy, their friendship never did fizzle,
They were inseparable, and always by each other's side,
The trio that others would envy with their tight-knit tide.
Sure, here's a verse about the change in the friendship dynamic:
As time went on, the two friends grew even stronger,
Their bond becoming tighter and their connection longer,
But in this growth, the third friend began to fade,
Left behind as the duo became more intertwined in their ways,
[Second verse.]
The third friend, once so included and part of the crew,
Now found themselves fading, a distant memory in the view,
The duo would talk, and laugh, but the third was nowhere in sight,
Feeling more and more alone, as their once strong bond did plight.
They tried to join in the conversations and fun,
But the duo had their own little bubble they couldn't burst,
The third friend watched from afar, feeling left out,
Their efforts to stay part of the pair, constantly cut short.
They would make a joke or a suggestion,
But the duo would just nod, and brush it aside,
The third friend felt more like a spectator,
Rather than an important member, of their once tight-knit group.
[Chorus.]
Oh, the third friend, had had enough,
Of being ignored, and left feeling out,
They saw their worth, and decided to grow,
No longer a lost puppy, on the duo's path, they'll know.
That they are their own person, their own being to bloom,
They don't need the duo's approval, or their little room,
They're going to focus on themselves, and their own goals,
No longer bound to be the duo's forgotten little tool.
[Third verse.]
As they continued on their new path,
They met new friends, who welcomed them with a warm embrace,
They found a group who appreciated their words and their jokes,
And they felt valued and seen, unlike the duo's toxic smokes.
The new friends laughed and had fun together,
Including the third friend in every endeavor,
They listened and engaged, and never made them feel alone,
The third friend finally felt appreciated and at home.
[Fourth verse.]
The duo noticed the change in the third friend,
They saw how they had grown and how they shone,
They realized they had lost their previous hold,
And the third friend had become popular and bold,
The duo attempted a reconciliation, they tried,
But the third friend declined, no longer a lost puppy that needed guidance or lied.
They said "thanks, but no thanks",
They had found their own place and their own stance,
They had embraced themselves, and their own path,
And they didn't need the duo's assistance or wrath,
The duo realized their loss, as they watched their former friend move on,
They saw the new group that had taken them in,
They knew they had made a mistake, and their selfishness had won.
[Chorus.]
Oh, the third friend, had had enough,
Of being ignored, and left feeling out,
They saw their worth, and decided to grow,
No longer a lost puppy, on the duo's path, they'll know.
That they are their own person, their own being to bloom,
They don't need the duo's approval, or their little room,
They're going to focus on themselves, and their own goals,
No longer bound to be the duo's forgotten little tool.
The duo's regret, it weighed on them heavy,
As they watched the third friend shine, happy and sturdy,
They now wished they had valued them more,
But it was too late, the damage they had done, they could no longer restore.
[Outro-verse.]
The duo learned their lesson, albeit a bit late,
They realized that maybe being selfish wasn't so great,
They watched the third friend move on, all cheerful and bright,
And they sheepishly vowed, to never make the same mistake in sight.
