Standing in a line
You're running out of time
Two girls left
Who do you pick next
Never I do they see
But the person next to me
There's always someone better
Someone prettier
Someone nicer
Someone who's not me
Always the friend
But always forgotten
Never once have I been fought for
If I complain
I get sympathy
Though sympathy isn't my aim
I am not just a game
To be used and then thrown away
I am human too
I have feelings just like the rest of you
Though I'm never picked first
Always picked last
I hope and wish for things to go right
But in the end
Darkness is night
And no one wants me
So who's to see
Will I ever get my fight
Or will I always end up second best
Never good enough to pass the test