I thought you were one of a kind,
Someone I could never replace.
But, you know,
They let me play my music
Right until the rest arrived.
Let me stay silent for a while
While I listened to them talk.
They didn’t laugh at me
When I asked silly questions.
Suddenly I became very aware,
And realised I am not different.
There are people who think.
They think just like I do.
About the places we’ll never touch,
Or places we’ll never see again.
With them, everything is real;
Dreams, magic and possibilities.
You didn’t believe in me.
You didn’t believe in my dreams.
My music is never playing,
Not when guests are about to arrive.
I am always second best
And all my dreams will never come true.
I guess this is the price I pay
For not being friends with them,
But being friends with you.