She's been here before,
      being the last to know,
      the first to be left,
    the last he would come to.
        Never realizing,
    She was only- second best.

    She would always wonder:
is he breaking up with her today?
    That's the price you pay,
     for being- second best.

     She cries in despair,
hopes her broken heart will mend
   In hopes of never being
      Second Best, again.