Always the artist never the muse
Always the empath just being used
Always the epigraph never the full novel
I am the poet what if I want to be the poem
I’m just always the friend who is stuck inside their own head
I give the second chances but never see them returned
The one they'll ask for advice then never speak another word
Always the one waiting, showing up to empty rooms
Always seeing people as sunsets when to them I'm just another afternoon
Born to be the love interest but forced to be just the friend
Born to be that happy ending forced to just be the end
Always the writer never being heard
Born to be the subject forced to be behind the scene
Born to understand forced to ask what in the world do you mean
Always the heartbroken how is that fair tell me
Why don’t I feel like me unless your looking at me
Born to be thoughtful but always asking others why weren't you there
I’m the one left hanging on
Born to be calm but forced to be anxious instead
These crazy thoughts running around in my head
Never the slow love just the girl that they wanted into their bed
The understanding one, never the understood
They look at me without seeing who I am
Born to believe in love forced to wonder how I still could
I’m always the one left without connection oh I’m never truly chosen
I’ll tear my heart and bare myself to to this world
I’m left with the longing
left wanting, needing something more
One day I pray I’ll find the place I’m looking for