An Only

I am a one
And I am an only
No one behind me
No one in front of me
I feel so lonely
I put myself out there
Only to get no recognition

So why don't we rejoice
With the sound of my voice
Make some friends
It's only a matter of time before this journey ends

I know they say life is short and make the best of it
I say, "Nah man, hold up I gotta rest a bit"
I never take into consideration that we have tomorrow
So I sit in my room and cry in deep sorrow
I feel like I'm just a pest to all of my friends
Will they even care about me when my journey ends?
But what if a friend is someone who cares about you?
Or someone who doesn't and always doubts you?
My friends won't let me inside of their group
So I sit, do nothing as I eat my miso soup
My friends don't want me, don't try to prove me wrong
I'm singing and writing and I'm making this hit song

I am a one
And I am an only
No one behind me
No one in front of me
I feel so lonely
I put myself out there
Only to get no recognition

So why don't we rejoice
With the sound of my voice
Make some friends
It's only a matter of time before this journey ends

My mom says, "yo get some friends"
I say, "Nah Ma, you know it sends
A bad message that I am very desperate
To get up to the top and press it
I keep cashing all these checks although I'm really messing up
I don't wanna end up like the kid who is screwed up
All my friends probably want me to leave my school
And according to them, I am so uncool
I hear you saying, don't be harsh on yourself
Shut up him slash, herself
Please, please, listen to me, please
I need a caring friend
This a silent plea
As I'm kneeling on my knees

I am a one
And I am an only
No one behind me
No one in front of me
I feel so lonely
I put myself out there
Only to get no recognition

So why don't we rejoice
With the sound of my voice
Make some friends
It's only a matter of time before this journey ends

One day I'm at school and I drop my lunch box
Someone kicks it with their shoes and smelly wet socks
It gets passed to another person who kicks it on the floor
I fall on my knees and I get really sore
I catch up to it and stay chill where I am
Then a guy kicks me like I'm a battering ram
The other guy messes with my hair, another one kicks me again
So these are my so-called friends?
I turn around, lost my lunch box again
Just like that kabam
It's like I'm in a traffic jam
Excuse my french, but I don't like this damn stuff

I am a one
And I am an only
No one behind me
No one in front of me
I feel so lonely
I put myself out there
Only to get no recognition

So why don't we rejoice
With the sound of my voice
Make some friends
It's only a matter of time before this journey ends

I need someone, please
I know that I'm begging on my knees
Just a caring friend
Who will take me to my end

Need someone. Need someone