When I feel left out I feel run over I know it's in my head But I feel dead When I'm not invited
Will I always be the one left behind the door? Could I ever be the one you will open for?
Whenever you need me I'll forget it all Whenever you need me I'll believe that I belong Whenever you need me Whenever you reach out I'll be there Whenever you change Your mind I'll forgive You made me wrong
Sometimes I feel ashamed That I am longing To be a part of you One of the few Why is it so exciting?
Who am I to always preach on equality? When all I really ever am is a wannabe