Do you know what is like to be
 just a dust on the lonely shelf,
with all these pictures left on it;
 with vanished colours... thrown away?

Do you know all of the ways I feel,
 when know that all is bad?
I'm just a speck of dust, who see
 the best ones from... so far.

I proved that all I tried before,
 was only burned in painful fault.
You don't know my scores and goals,
 because I haven't got at all.

   And all that can to say
                                         is that...

I'm not good! I lied myself.
 Don't you hear their words?
I hoped to be... I've done the best,
 but it was just... just nothing...