There's a waiting list a mile long

And I'm stuck there at the end

As soon as one person's been seen

Their name gets put before mine again

Stuck in a vicious cycle of silence and frustration

I don't have it in me to fight my way to the top of the list anymore

It hurts because it makes me feel

Like everyone else means more than I do

They're worth your time but I'm not

You were my best friend

Or so I thought

But best friends don't treat others this way

So I'm pretty sure you're not

It hurts too much to think of you as a friend

When you treat me like I'm not

I know you pay attention to most if not all of the others

But still I sit here at the bottom of the list

So I have one last final thing to say

For you to think about

If you can't find time to talk to your friends

Then you shouldn't have a mouth to speak with