The Man In the Group
Seems like people
always love that one person
In a group of few,
When it was always meant to be you.
Even though you sit there quietly
and by yourself.
Can't wonder why,
That man where everyone is with,
Why can't it be you.
You ponder once more
and know that man in the group,
Your own blood and all,
Wonder why isn't that you.
While you wonder this,
People pass you by,
You screwed up the chance
To be that person too.
Even though you try and try again.
It happens the same,
Wonder if I can be that man this time,
Or maybe it will happen again.
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