They say that all good things come in pairs,
Maybe that really is the case.
It explains why I'm always the one behind everyone on the stairs,
Because I know that I really can't find my place.
I'm the one with the lonely soul,
The one that's beaten down, and cracked.
I have no reason to feel whole,
Because my world is getting smaller every day, and I just feel so trapped.
Let's face it, I don't belong,
There's no need to hide the ugly, but very real truth.
I know you're all waiting for the day, when I'll finally be gone,
Because I'm just the gum, stuck on the bottom of your shoe.
I'm always the isolated passenger,
But it happens so much that at this point the world doesn't feel real.
All I want is a purpose, and you have me searching like a hungry scavenger,
Because I can't do this anymore, and I can't stand being the third wheel.