Secondary
I listen to you
I understand what you say
I know the reason you treat me this way
I'm Secondary
I've heard it before
I wish I could hear it, no more
No matter what happens today
I will still be treated this way
Nothing that happens will change your mind
I know that, I am not blind
I want to be treated fair
even though you don't care
nothing I say or do will ever change your mind
So I will try my best, to be kind
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