When all you hear
in their voice,
You were the last resort,
the afterthought,
just a second choice.
In their book, I was their footnote
and she, she is always foremost.
And I'll never come close
And I'll never be better than her
In their eyes
They don't even see me
She is all they want me to be
But I'm not sorry,
I'm not going to change a thing.
I am your footnote,
and she is the name of the book you wrote.
Now I am happy
to be nothing more than an old memory.
to you,
to you,
to you,
to you.
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