Sitting by my window, I watch the world,
Wondering what it’s like to be the one,
The confident one, the popular one,
The one who lights up the room with her smile.
Each day, a new day you leave me behind,
As if I never even existed,
And I’m left looking out of my window,
Wishing I was the chosen one instead.
It’s okay, she’s more talented, more skilled,
She can talk to people like I cannot,
I ge...