When I feel left out
I feel run over
I know it's in my head
But I feel dead
When I'm not invited

Will I always be the one left behind the door?
Could I ever be the one you will open for?

Whenever you need me
I'll forget it all
Whenever you need me
I'll believe that I belong
Whenever you need me
Whenever you reach out
I'll be there
Whenever you change
Your mind I'll forgive
You made me wrong

Sometimes I feel ashamed
That I am longing
To be a part of you
One of the few
Why is it so exciting?

Who am I to always preach on equality?
When all I really ever am is a wannabe

Whenever you need me….