Have ever just woke up
And realize, 'oh, it's not meant for me.'

Because that's what in my mind
When reality woke me up,
Saying I am not meant to have the spotlight.
It's not for me.
I can't accept it at first
But the longer I try
The sooner I noticed.

I am not different,
I am not eye catching,
I am not unique,
I don't even look like someone who can make your head turn,
I am not insecure, it's just the truth.

I am not born to be someone above the crowd,
I belong to the crowd.
I am meant to watch in the sideline,
Watch the lucky ones on the stage,
And it feels like shit.

Because I'll never stand in the same stage as them.
They are meant to shine,
Me? I'm here, rotten.