Afterthought
I was always there for you
When you needed me
Let you cry on my shoulder
In your misery
Thought of you when I woke up
And when I went to sleep
Then I realized—
You are dead to me
Where are you now that I need you
I’ve been left to hang dry
Too many times
You only call on my number when you want something
I replied and replied and replied
But I have died, yeah I’ve died, died inside
Why don’t you call me
Just to say hello
Meet up with me in person
Not just over the phone
I’ve given everything
That I have left
So do me a favor
And get off my chest
I’m done doing you favors
Being your right hand man
When you don’t even care
To lend me a hand
Friends are there for each other
And you’re not there for me
I’m the ghost in the room
And you don’t seem to see
I now know I’m an afterthought
I’ve thought this through
You shot your shot
You had your chance
And that fell through
So I guess this means
I’m through with you
Good luck trying
To win me back
I know my worth
And that’s a fact
I won’t be there
For you again
Have a taste
Of your own medicine
Funny to think
I used to call you friend
There was a point
Where I’d catch your fall
But now I know
Not to return your call
Because to you
I mean nothing at all
Look at all
The pain you brought
Why don’t you try being
the afterthought
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