Am I to blow away into the wind
like the dust on the ground
Just an insignificant particle that no one cares about
None truly care about me
I wish I could leave and start anew
Alas it is to late

I am sad
I will never have the fame I wish
I will never be your best friend or closest of that matter
You claim you don't hate me but I believe that is a lie
Just tell me I matter
Just give me a sign

I hate reality
She is a cruel mistress

The wind blows in my face
The dust picks up
Another person who doesn't matter has left
never to be seen again.
So with that I say goodbye.