How it feels to be second best
One step behind all the rest
Never good enough at anything I do
Not even good enough for me to be with you
Last in line for everything
Not even good enough to wear your ring
Why am I here I ask myself?
All you are doing now is making me feel bad about myself
No matter what I do or how hard I try it is never good enough
I wonder if I will make it through all of this or am I even that tough?
Wow, i blame you for the tears in my eyes, but i understand because it is the typical male you despise, very sorry for you meeting the wrong "boys", but a very good write none the less. Juliano.
