The Reason Why I Paint

I've never had that many friends growing up
So I learned to be okay with just me
Just me, and I'll be fine on the side

I like to eat alone anyways so I'll stay here
Alone with just me, I'll be fine on the outside
Would you have cried if I died?
Would you even remember my face?

Sometimes I feel lost, sometimes confused
Sometimes I'm not fine, and I cry with just me
I'll not be fine on the side
But it's just me, just me, just me

So I'll sit in the room thinking
Does that girl know I exist?
Will she miss me once I'm gone?
It's just me and I'll be fine on the outside