Tag Along Friend - No Ones Around

I'm standing in a crowded room, my eyes are flooded over you, the bands playing songs I don't know, and I think that it's time for me to go. I think you're just scared of me, 'cause I'm not what gentle girls should be, but I don't care if I intimidate you, my blood is pumping, and I'm ready too.
I wish that I had never come out, I want to crawl into a hole, I'm trying not to make a problem, but I'm shaking and I wanna go. I want to lean on somebody's shoulder, but I don't know anyone who's around. Everyday I get a little bit older, so I'm praying that I grow back down.
I know that I'm not, as bad as I was. I think I forgot, so label me dumb. I wanted a hand to pull me off the ground, ground.
You tease that I'm cool, but I'm such a mess. You say that I'm nice, but I'm just depressed. My thoughts weird, everyone must hate me. I tried to call out, but no one was around, around.
No ones around.