Does it hurt, when you get let down?
When your the last option in town?
When no one wants you around?
When loneliness runs about you.
Does it hurt when you want to be enough
But find out your lacking so much.
When your the last pick of all
The last one to be spoken to, to get a call.
It rips. It tears. It brings one to their knees
Inside they break. They whisper please.
Yet no one can hear, the world is deaf.
Its still over yet.

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