Following along like a lost puppy
Wishing they’d want to make me happy
Always lost among the chatter
Held away as if I didn’t matter

They have forgotten that I exist
Meanwhile searching for the exits
Only wanting to get away
All my feelings they betray

Living in a saddening denial
Hiding behind the flirting smile
Wordless thoughts float to and fro
Knowing they both wish I’d go

Dreaming that it’s me he wants
He doesn’t know my dreams he haunts
Never even second best
Only to be taken in jest

The story of my life
Back bleeding from the knife
No one caring how I feel
Going on as the third wheel

Aimée © October 2000