• I'm through being a second choice,
    I want people to hear my voice.
    I want to be picked over my beautiful friends,
    So i can fall in love all over again.
    I don't want to be the last one noted,
    What does it take a girl to be noticed?
    I'll try my hardest,
    But they look at them and fall.
    Am i even solid at all?
    Am i a window and not a door?
    One look at her, and i'm on the floor.
    I'm so sick of being last,
    It's all coming to me so fast.
    Who will pick me if i'm plain and quiet,
    And if i try to be outgoing,
    No one buys it.
    I've made my choice,
    Screw you guys,
    I'm giving up,
    Till you see life through my eyes.