Nothing special

I am nothing special
made of blood and bone
I have nothing more or less important to say
I command no attention
I sit and listen
take things in
have time for those I love
even for those I don't
I am nothing special
I bleed
I cry
I sing-occasionally well, most times not
I sit in the background
happy to watch others take centre stage
I sometimes smile when I don't want too
sometimes cry when alone
I am nothing special
though I like to believe
there are people that think me so
well a little
I am nothing special
though what I have around me
is