Second hand that’s what I’ll be to the one who’ll come to set
His body free
Not bright and shiny
Like a penny new
Or a blade of grass after night sends its dew
I was impatient you see
Thought it wouldn’t matter
We’d be knotted eventually
Now I’m out of his hand
And to everyone else I’m now second hand
I always was to his passion his pride and his first love.
I’m not spoilt or selfish
Perhaps I’m just cursed!
But for once in my life I’d like to be his first
Second class this emotion was to anger, hurt, confusion, pain
My heart suffers from constant drought
Oh love, send your rain!
Wash away this feeling of being second best
Do not tarry; come quickly, so I may finally rest
Loose these bonds
set me free, so I may clearly see
I’ll only be first to one person
That person is me.