His disguise, perfect
No one knew
My passion grew
He tried, easily
Lured whats left
Within the shell of me
And now he chose
As I slowly rose
The second best
Of all the rest
Her image, shattered
Within a grasp
An only strengthened clasp
Her worth, cheap
Cant hold onto
She can't break through
The choice he made
She's hollow and decayed
For now his choice is clear
It's her he calls my dear
Yet hear I stand
This heart in my hand
Since I'm the second best
Less perfect than the rest