I have never known, What it feels like to be a choice. When my heart craves love And soul craves peace When my brain attaches itself to someone who would never be mine I am chosen of course As a temporary friend As a temporary attachment As someone who is eventually overlooked In silence I stay And crave to be chosen My solitude has become a part of me. My mind cannot fathom the presence of another In my space Yet, there are nights, I want to be chosen By someone who would choose me to love And care And wish it for it to be only me I guess...my selfishness prevents it Nothing can I wish for only me For that has never been mine So I smile My heart breaking My soul fracturing In self-pity I drown Every time I surface I am dragged beneath.