I am the face in the crowd,
that you walk right past,
and don't give a second thought.
I am the person you do not see,
unless you're looking for me,
because I am not like everyone else.
I am the the person,
who when mentioned,
you ask, 'Who?'
I am the eyes watching,
as everyone else passes by,
and you don't give me a second thought.
Will you remember me,
when I'm not there?
Or will the memories of me fade,
like I did into the crowd?
