I look at the pictures of them
they make me cry
how can I feel left out of something I was never in
I long so badly for what could have been
Ive missed out on life Ive let it pass me by
while I sat in my room choosing to cry
choosing to separate feeling sorry for myself
now I don't have any pictures to gather dust on a shelf
I wish I could go back and redo those years
make friends and keep them
undo all those cried tears
because I know its my fault that I feel left out
and that hurts the most I know what this is about
its about how they can never love me like each other
how i will never be like their brother
how Ive missed to much time
i cant make it up
those memories are lost i cant get them back
now Ive just got to try to pick up the slack