I lie here, face wet
the pillow tear stained
My heart feels so hollow
Enfolded with pain
So tired of longing
I pray for release
My thoughts feed the darkness
I've no sense of peace
My worth again measured
by my place in your life
Living secondary
Brings some comfort from strife
When life goes wrong, you come to me
I'm always here, I'm always free
Always longing, I know not to ask
Better than nothing, better than last
I must accept my place in line
I am not first
Neither three nor seven nor nine
Second means victory isn't my fate
but I will get my turn, so I patiently wait
In the silence,
my mind begins to wonder
if you're even aware
of this burden I am under
Turning onto my back
tears stream down my face
I question my value
I question this race
I question my purpose
I question yours...