There will always be that feeling
That no one else will care
When they all say they love you
Then act like you aren't there
And that feeling makes it look like
They've disappeared as well
Like a child leaves a toy
To collect dust upon a shelf
And with it all
Comes silence
While you're in a living hell
Cuz you just sit and wonder
If they'll come back to you
Sit quietly and wonder
When the dust will go away
Sit quietly and hope
Today will be that day
The day you're off the shelf
And the dust all disappears
As you sit upon the shelf
And watch your friends grow up without you
Not shedding any tears
