And people ask me, what I do with my life
I tell them all these things, make them up as I go
I don't necessarily lie, but I hide my own strife
Most of the time, I actually feel like such a lowlife

And so they ask me, "Well, where are your friends?"
I want to reply, "What friends? They all leave, in the end."
I go on thinking, I might as well give up hope
I'll never get out of this slope, all I can do is secretly mope

They tell me to make some new friends
But still, it's useless; why can't they leave me alone?
The way I present myself, I'm not sure what message it sends
But I'm sure, I've had more friends than they could have ever known

Although I feel simply mindless without you
I know I'm not always completely alone
Despite people thinking so, when I'm sad, I know what to do
I don't have anywhere to go, but at least my heart's not made of stone

I go around believing I don't need anyone
And in truth, they may very well be superfluous
Then tell me why, I constantly keep checking my cellphone?
I'm sorry if I seem lonesome, I really am quite adventurous

So why does it feel like, I'm constantly by myself
To go around pondering life, the morals about oneself
I feel like I want to be alone, but that would be contradictory
I might give up, thinking maybe it's all... just a silly conspiracy.