I wait on the sidelines, counting on
my fingers for every time I\'m discarded.
But, I\'m playing the game, and I\'m
waiting for the right time.
I feel like I\'m stuck in a nightmare,
the faster you run the slower you get,
\"oh Niall, you were good, but you\'re
just not enough\"
So I walked all night long in the dark
just to end up back here, only
to feel like nobody; a bench filler with
a gym bag and locker to prove my
uselessness.
\"A round of applause,
for the great Sir Y.\"
Now my people are the discredited and
\"forgotten\" - the ones who greet not being
wanted as an old friend, the underdogs who
see everything.
I\'m one of them, and that\'s okay.