Remember in school
When you lined up to play sports
Captains were chosen
Then they picked their teams
You always wanted to be picked first
When all was said and done someone was always left
Being picked last for sports is tough
But those teams are large and have many players
In real life it’s very different
Whether it be work or dating
The teams are much smaller
The choices are much harder
Someone is always left behind
Those left feel the pain of being not chosen much worse
When it comes to Love it makes those comparisons seem like nothing
When you are passed over in Love again and again
Your outlook changes on Love
Does it really exist? Will Love ever choose me?
After being skipped over and over you lose faith. You lose hope.
But there are those that say Love will find all
But for now I'm still waiting to be picked
Waiting on the line up like I was back in school hoping I'm not last