never been
anybody’s best friend,
never been the one
in anyone’s future plans,
never the one
you introduce to the fam,
only in the scenarios
i play in my head,
i thought i’d be fine
on my own,
but i’ll admit,
i’m lost in all of it,
suddenly lovesick
tryna live
with the fact
that i’m only ever
a fallback,
singing love songs
in my room
to myself,
but never getting to know
what they really mean,
never getting
to be somebody
for somebody
‘cause nobody
ever truly needed me.
i’m nobody’s sweetheart,
missed my shot
with everyone
who could’ve been
“the one,”
didn’t even get
to treat love
like an experiment,
missed out
on the fun and flirty era
because i was waiting
for the wrong one,
lost my chance
with some good ones
because i was trying
not to miss it
with some i’d never have,
never left the door open
to let it in
because i built walls
to block the entrance,
waited too long
to break them down,
so good luck
climbing the rubble
if you wanna come in.
it’s where
i’ve always been,
but this house
no longer feels
like my home,
spending all my time
laying on the floor
stuck in my thoughts,
so lost in myself
that i don’t wanna get up,
thinking about how
everyone’s got someone,
starting to tie the knot
while i’m unraveling,
tripping over myself
and missing someone
that left me
on the shelf,
maybe we’d be together
in another universe,
but for me,
happy endings
don’t come so easy,
blink and i’ll be on
the last page
before you know it.
c’est la vie.
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