A useless little never-see,
Whom for no one really cared,
Never you mention the name of another,
As you sit in your nobody chair.

Who that sleeps at night,
And still hides admist the day,
Never thought anything really mattered,
And had nothing important to say.

Never bled a drop,
From skin soft and clean,
But still as dirty as the next man,
No matter how much the outside gleams.

Never one of the others,
Never did you belong,
No one ever missed you,
Because they never knew you were gone.