What if I just pulled my self together, would it matter at all?
What if I just tried a little harder...would it matter at all?
Do you even notice me?
Every word you say fills me with glee.
My dear friend Nate, I know you like her and she likes you too, but what about me? I guess she's just not for me.
That's fine I'm not mad, it's just how things are meant to be.
After all, I'm just that friend, who's everyone's last choice, every sport every pairing, I'm always the last choice, that's fine I say to my self, after all, I'm used to it, very well.