It's like never you'll ever be the best,
Trying to do that but they treat you like a guest.
They don't need you,
But you need them,
They don't like you,
But you like them.
Feeling lonely is bad,
Even if that,
You sad the true,
They will never give you a clue,
To know how to be friends.
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