The 99 left.

He leaves the 99 for the 1.

Oh, to be the 1.

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I stand at the crossroads,

Drowning, weeping in silence, lost in the crowd.

No one sees, I don’t make a scene.

Couldn’t bear to see myself on a screen,

Spent my life loathing my being.

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I keep myself small.

If He picks only a few, there’s no way I could be among.

Oh, to be the 1.

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I feel as though I was crafted without thought,

Dropped wherever, without care.

Oh, to be the 1.

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Few eyes truly see me;

I barely have anyone.

Oh, to be the one.

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Do you look at me and turn away?

Do you see some parts of me as a mistake?

I am trapped in-between the 99 left,

Praying you’ll finally see me

And make me the 1.