We travelled together far and wide,
As a spare tire, my ride was lonely.
Your relief one of my priority,
Always on time, I was in the minority.
I knew How I had always felt,
Imagine a third wheel, a fallback friend,
Needed, fit in, needless, sit out,
A burdened sigh, near the trunk.
Every time, I am the third one,
In the ride of two, I am the third one again,
Unless there's a bump on the road, {I wished there is one Every time}
I am on the side as life must go on.
It is usual, it is simple, Normal and an irony on my part
My destiny is to fill these voided hearts,
When one leaves, someone must fills in,
as life must go on, it's just part adjustment.
When a close one is gone,
Someone will fill in.
Why cry? Someone will come
To hold your hand, to glue your heart.
She Na he may be the dam for your cloudy eyes,
Her shoulder may be the boulder of your support,
for this fragile heart, he Na she will protect it,
It is as if the great walls of China.
Relationships are alike spare tire,
It may be replaced over time.
But unlike tires, relationships
Will be remembered.
Image credit: Andrea Bertozzini
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