I’ll never be the star of the show
Well, I’ve always known, I guess –
You smile, and never tell me no,
And you never tell me yes.
You don’t commit, then don’t arrive,
You never notice what you’ve done.
I shrug it off, to best survive,
And tell myself it’s not a shun.
You always have excuses, sure,
And good excuses, without question,
Why, so sorry, must ignore
My ev’ry invite and suggestion.
All my life, I’ve followed behind
(When I’m even invited at all),
And all of you smile, with never a mind
To the flower you shoved by the wall.