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