I don't want to feel this anymore,
No more hard emotions on you.
You are calling yourself my friends
But tell me: why do you keep making me feel like the second choice?
I don't want to feel like I am not good enough,
My head carries on making this noise.
It gets loud and louder and I can't turn it off,
Why am I your left-out toy?
Only charming when there's nothing else,
I always feel like I'm the second choice.