chop liver

always had friends

but felt so alone

how could this be if you were never at home

along the sidewalk

a group of three

one always ends up bumping into trees

a trio of friends

one always left out

to feel like chop liver

and to go home and pout

stuck in the middle

when there is a fight

someone is wrong and someone is right

there's always a favorite

you can't prove me wrong

love

over powers all

i hate the feeling

to feel like chop liver

it's like they won't

even cut me a slither

the odd number three

as left out as can be

is always feeling

just like chop liver