As she traipsed past aloof I feebly flexed
It happened once I stomped on wooden stairs
I wasnt rated real I squirmed that vexed
I suffered silently her precious airs
Excluded from her personal affairs
I couldnt beat as confidante her friend
I bought her flowers and chocolate eclairs
Her favourites to somehow service rend
I poured on praises back they wouldnt wend
Her gentle gaze in chatter swung to ground
Afraid of me Id swear it did offend
In woe we were I nodded whinge I found
Epiphany all hers I blink but blank
Im second best if steeped in social rank
Chorus blank empty vacant
