Substitute Love

I've been a substitute...but I'm as good as the real thing. I've been a side-dish, more delicious than your entreé. Worthy of much more than I've allow for, when she's gone, you'll be knocking at my door. Respected but often rejected for my moral standing, standards too high, too demanding. Lazy on your part, all the same, never set a part, whether ending or beginning at the start. "Take home to mom" material, so right now I have slim chances, I'm not your one night-stand, girl at the club giving lap dances. You're too consumed with the masses, high is short to last- is all of this worth it? Still faith that this boy will turn into a king, and this girl transforms into a queen, no more irrelevancy, just enjoyment of the simple things :-)

No Substitute Love - Estelle