It was always us.
Stuck at the end of the list
as if we were last
but not least.
Yeah, right.
Or was it left, that they squeezed us
into the group picture?
We must have felt so lucky in the beginning.
When we were first invited
to the party where everyone
knew everyone
but we stood silent and alone
And still, on the final night
when goodbye tears roll down our cheeks
we're moved away
to a table where nobody speaks.













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