I am but a small fly on the wall.
Collecting stories to tell no one at all.
It may seem like you're alone,
That no one notices you when you're on the phone,
But rest assured I am right there
Quietly witnessing the clandestine air.
No one notices me, and that is good
I see things and keep them in just as a fly should.

There are times when it is quite lonely
When I know that utterly
No one knows I exist,
That when I'm gone, I won't be missed.