For once you want to be chosen from the rest.
For once you want someone to choose you,
and not be second best.
You look so hard, for that one girl,
And when you can't find her, you die down depressed.
When you cut, you tear, you shred, it makes me hurl.
It makes me mad, to know you need her
It makes me sad, to know you want her
It makes me glad, to know you got her
But what you don't know is,
She liked him, she didn't see you from the rest.
She choose you as second best.
You told me you loved me,
All cause of a dream and the fact that you lost she.
I guess things aren't as good as they seem.
You threw away that chance,
I never choose you from second best,
I didn't like him, I liked you from the rest.
