Second Fiddle Poem by Susan Garfunkel

Second Fiddle



Hey, what's your game boy
Are you looking for fun or love
When your out there on the run
Who are you now thinking of
No, I don't need all of this
So tell me what's it going to be

I'm not some second fiddle
I'm leaving for good. Don't try to stop me. Baby, baby, I'm history...

Your eyes tell me everything
I've known you for sometime
There's something your hiding
And the heartache won't be mine
I really just don't get all of this
But boy your going to see

I'm not some second fiddle
I'm leaving for good. Don't try to stop me. Baby, baby, I'm history...
Yeah Baby, baby, I'm history....

Sunday, March 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love hurts
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