Right, I’m the One Left.

I struggle to locate the missing apostrophe.

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Turning your head around from the front aisle You see me sitting on the right You assume I never left alone anyone in sadness Expect from me a positive thinking 24/7

You seem confused by my happy face I wonder if that is the case Living in your elite class Things sometimes get embellished Not your fault though

I ride with an economy ticket Confronting my everyday chaos You never thought of In our journey you keep tossing me With your famous I’M POSSIBLE optimism

Rather easy said than done

I worked my best effort Not just to survive my days But also tweaking the way inviting you to see the real me

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Here I am actually sitting on the left Being left behind with empty seats On me it seems to you nothing right

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Adding to the fact that you care not To sit close by and read from my angle I struggle to locate the missing apostrophe Today it still spells a resounding IMPOSSIBLE

We both know it goes downhill Am still on the bus though Not getting off until engine stops Looks like you are still sitting tight in the front

Or is that just the you I imagine? ┃