It

It's the feeling you get when you know you're second best.
It's the cloud in the sky, when the sun is the shining so bright.
It's the gum in your hair, you try and cut it out everywhere.
It's the toy in the box that was forgot.
And if it could speak, it would say horrible things to me.
And if it had legs, it would run me off this place. 

I call it fear.
I call it regret.
I call it the shame I haven't been yet.
I call it doubt.
I call it remorse.
I call it the peace that wasn't restored.

It's the friend that you lost, the one you think about a lot.
It's the blood in your veins when you scrape your knee in pain.
It's the sober you felt coming down from the high of your hell.
And the worst of it all it makes you feel like nothing at all...

I call it fear.
I call it regret.
I call it the shame I haven't been yet.
I call it doubt.
I call it remorse.
I call it the peace that wasn't restored..

It's the friend that you lost...
It's the blood in your veins...

It's the self confidence that you never did gain..