How does it feel like always being second best?
I'd know it thoroughly for sure.
No matter how much i try, putting in my heart & soul but things just dont work that way.
I'll always be number 2.
You dont say it, but i understand.
I can see it through your eyes, despite your efforts to hide them.
I can feel your heart and I sympathize.
I don't want to hold you back, I would rather hurt myself than to make you upset.
The thought of leaving for good keeps surfacing in my mind these days.
Will it come to a point when leaving will be the only solution for me?