Does anyone know that hollow space,
where friendship fades without a trace?
When you're the third wheel left behind,
replaced in ways that feel unkind.

Your best friend laughs with someone new,
and you wonder if they think of you.
No texts, no calls, just quiet nights,
alone in a world that's lost its light.

You try to share what's on your mind,
but the words you speak, they never find
the weight you carry, the ache inside,
they shrug it off, let it slide.

As if your pain is just a breeze,

a simple truth that no one sees.

"Fish live in water," they seem to say,

while you're drowning in a different way.