In the crowd,
feeling all alone.
Feeling angry,
I want to talk.

Bout no one listens,
non one ever listens.
I feel jealous.
But what can I do?

I am a nobody.
No one talks to me,
they think I'm weird;
and laugh at me instead.

They talk, and talk,
about their petty lives.
I can never understand -
what it feels like to have a friend.

But in my lonesomeness,
I have realized one thing.
I have one friends,
who would never leave me nor forsake me.