Next to Best

Standing in a line You're running out of time Two girls left Who do you pick next Never I do they see But the person next to me There's always someone better Someone prettier Someone nicer Someone who's not me Always the friend But always forgotten Never once have I been fought for If I complain I get sympathy Though sympathy isn't my aim I am not just a game To be used and then thrown away I am human too I have feelings just like the rest of you Though I'm never picked first Always picked last I hope and wish for things to go right But in the end Darkness is night And no one wants me So who's to see Will I ever get my fight Or will I always end up second best Never good enough to pass the test