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.