Six years of inside jokes

Walk home when the sky turned grey

Shared secrets on cracked-screen phones

Thought we were carved in stone

Now you’re laughing in some new group chat

I see photos where I used to stand

You picked someone who barely knows

Half the stories that we had

I don’t wanna be your second choice

The backup plan when they’re not around

I’m tired of fighting just to have a voice

Of shrinking small so you feel proud

If I’m a brother

Why do I feel

Left out in the crowd?

You walk past my empty chair

Say “next time” with that easy smile

But “next time” never really comes

I’ve been waiting for a while

You hold the door a little less

Forget my name when plans are made

How’d I go from home to guest

From first call to “it’s too late”?

Maybe I deserve a place

Where I don’t have to beg for space

Where I’m not scared to take up room

Or be replaced so soon

If you can’t see my worth by now

I’ll keep my heart

I’ll walk somehow

Hurts like hell to turn away

But I won’t stay