One day you will appreciate me.
Probably when I'm gone.
Right now you don't even remember my name, do you?
Who am I?
I'm the runner-up.
I'm the bridesmaid.
I'm the understudy.
I'm the one guys drag into the corner and whisper,
"If it wasn't for her, I'd be with you."

On my tombstone, it will read
"Professional Second-Best"
I'm the one who worked my ass off,
but never quite made it.
I'm the one who's dreams were denied
to make yours a reality.
I'm the one who stayed home alone on Friday night,
so you could have the date of your dreams.

But don't feel sorry for me.
I have my place in life too.
See, I'm the one who made you great.
Because I'm the one you went up against,
who pushed you that extra mile.
One day you'll appreciate me.
Probably when I'm gone.
Because then they won't see what's so special about you, 
They'll have nothing to compare you to.









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