Everyone is better
Here I go, the latter
Their names are painted with gold
As for my story,
It will never be told,

Everyone is brighter,
And they are always higher,
Their pictures are framed
And hang in the hall of fame
That I will never enter.

I wish I could see what they see
I wish I could feel what they feel
I wish I could be proud of myself
Know what they think but can't tell
'Cause I am just a corner behind an old chair.