I’m the last to get picked, the last petal to fall
It’s so obvious, I know it’s true and I’m sick of it all.
Why am I always the flower on the floor?
I’m just stumbled on, overlooked, some more and some more.
What am I doing wrong? What is it I’m not doing right?
I’ve battled with this for so long, it’s a never-ending fight.
A fight with what? I’m not even sure I know
But the pain and frustration is starting to show.
I come up with reasons, excuses, trying to make up for it
But every time I think I find hope, I’m shot down, and feel I’ve been hit.
Hit with the far, too common feelings of worthlessness.
What is it about me, that makes me so unworthy
of anyone’s affection? I want to know, but I can’t see.
Cuz I’m blinded in the subject known as relationships
I just wander ‘round blindly ‘til I stumble and trip.
And fall once again into the pit of outcasts,
Who aren’t worth a thing, ‘cause we’re always picked last.
And there’s not a thing I can do, nothing I can change.
Though I have nothing to lose, what have I to gain?
I’m just tangled up, stuck in the biggest mess,
That’ll probably just stay that way, because I am worthless.
 
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