Why must I feel so lonely so forgotten.
Why must I be the second choice?
Why must everyone have some else they'd rather talk to?
So many people have everyone else but me.
Why must I be left in the dust?
Be honest am I the first person you call, or was the better offer busy?
When you have a problem all you need is my support, because you know I won't judge.
Why must there be a better offer eerytime?
You'll read this and you'll take pity.
Lie and say that I'm your first your best friend.
You are always my first choice, my only on.
Why must you lie, I don't need your sympethy.
I don't care you have more friends.
But know your my only friend.
I don't care I'm not your better offer.
But know your my better offer, my only offer.
So please carry on, as I write on my pity life.
And I'll wait for your friends to be busy, so you'll call me up.
I'm waiting... Why must I wait?
