I wonder if I’d disappear
Would people shout? Would people cheer?
I feel like a spare, I’m in reserve.
Forever second place
But always wearing my brave face.
Everything is fine.
Constantly striving to do my best
Almost in some kind of contest.
Is it not obvious?
Do people love people cus they’re good?
Or maybe purely because they’re bad?
Do we love out of convenience
Or experience from what we’ve had?
I want to love out of love.
Not through convenience
I want to expect the same in return
I need assurance.
Would people shout? Would people cheer?
I feel like a spare, I’m in reserve.
Forever second place
But always wearing my brave face.
Everything is fine.
Constantly striving to do my best
Almost in some kind of contest.
Is it not obvious?
Do people love people cus they’re good?
Or maybe purely because they’re bad?
Do we love out of convenience
Or experience from what we’ve had?
I want to love out of love.
Not through convenience
I want to expect the same in return
I need assurance.