I'll always be the last one you'll pick.
I have no talent, i can't make great songs, i can't draw, nor write interesting articles.
I'm doing nothing in life,
Besides watching people live.
I'm ugly, fat, shy, and depressed.
Full of hate and despair.
But i'm the shoulder you can reach when you want to cry.
And when you'll find better people to follow, to love, and to care about,
I'll remain still, but alone.
Yet, even if you forgot me,
I can't disappear until i know someone can give you all they have for you,
Like i'm used to.
And so i know,
that I'll always be the last one standing.