Work. Fighting. Drinking. Homies.
To you that’s what life’s about. Those things are what makes you happy. They’re the things that put a smile on your face.
Me? Well you say I make you happy that I’m the one you want. Sure that might be true, but I’m second best. I come second.
My wants, needs, desires. They all come after your fun.
I make you a priority. When you want something I drop what I’m doing if I can to give you what you want and need. But me I’m an option you think I’m always gonna be there but I’m starting to get sick of this.
Coming second, the waiting, the lies, the broken promises, all the right words, it’s gettin old and even though I love you I’m tired and I think I’m about to be done waiting.
So I’m asking you why am I second best and why am I still waiting?