Second best is a hard spot to swallow.
So close to the top yet so near to the bottom.
Its like having love ripped violently from your grasp
Watching time couldn't be any more time consuming than maintaining that position
Second Best.
Its like the title to a never ending horror movie.
Youre screaming at yourself not to open that door yet somehow you always end up on the other side of it in the dark.
And as always the black
Excuse me
Darkest person is always the first to die
Or in my case dive in head first to something I had no business poking my head into in the first place.
First place isn't where second best resides.
I live in the shadow of her glory.
Hypothetically speaking of course
Because there's always a her
Someone to jump ahead of me and take the position of first.
Maybe her voice is more melodic, her confidence more erotic
But what do you expect when you put her above all?
When you're in first place you don't have a lot to be self conscious about.
Hell maybe its just me.
Maybe i have second best tattooed onto my forehead in big bold red letters.
But only I cant see
Because I've never been someone's her
Only an afterthought
I'm so tired of being an afterthought
Racing towards first but there's no ribbon there for me to pass through
Once a failure always a failure
I can't believe I allowed ssecond best to become my permanent title.
I always assumed the only way to move was to the next level
I never considered that my elevator might get stuck at a stand still.
Second best is the hardest spot to swallow.
Maybe thats why Im choking on it.