Third Wheel
I sometimes wonder if I’m meant to be a third wheeler
In friendships, romance, and in the world
Standing on the sidelines always dreaming
I notice them siting together
Her arm wrapped around him; they both smile carefree
I close my eyes and wish I was them
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