Always the last one to be picked on a team
So frustrating, I wanted to scream
Not pretty enough to be asked to the dance
Staring in the mirror, hoping my chance
Waiting for the phone to right so someone would ask
But as always, I was last
Don\'t understand what\'s wrong with me
I\'m fun loving, my spirit free
Heartbroken friends not what they seem
Although they were never mean
I guess I was supposed to be alone
Many night I say by the phone
I\'ve decided it\'s time to move on
Hoping for long term friendships is gone
I can\'t change the past this I know
What\'s done is done, need to let go
I think about that time in my life
Now I am a mother and a wife
It\'s helped me become who I am today
There\'s nothing left for me to say
Time to go forward and move on