2 September 2012
You'll try and make me happy, say that it will all be okay.
But it won't be, not for much longer anyway.
No one likes me anymore, I'm only there for advice.
I'll always be the second choice, that no one actually likes.
They all think I'm fine now, that I'm healing well.
They don't know anything now, they don't see that I'm worse than I've ever been, because I've been pushed out.
Second Choice • Opuss № I