We are notes on the pin-board, some quotes are written on the notes, some fall to the ground rotten; and some are just forgotten, and some are retold, others get unfold, I am one of the notes left out to be cold, written in bold, moulded up into nothing, when will I become something? All the other notes are read, but there feeling fine, I whine to be read, So my word can spread, But that's never going to happen, because i'll never be heard, I'm the nerd note here, Yet my note is the third one on the board, Everyone but me here is blurred, with slurred words written on them, but then one day, the time comes, The cat purred at me and read my note and meowed at me in sorrow, then the bird pecks my note and marks the words '2 have read this note, this one has learned more than the other notes here, Unlike him, He's not absurd nor a turd, he's now heard, by two, woohoo'.