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Corner of First and Amistad
All I do these days is sit around
 In the corner of my room
 Never making a sound
 And even though my eyes are wide open 
 I can’t see the palm in front of my face
 Can’t see my life as it slowly decays
 
 I feel so lost in the voids of my mind
 Searching for something to put my mind to ease
 But there is nothing I can find
 Why do I feel the way I do
 I have good friends around me
 Yet I feel so blue
 
 I feel like I’m losing my faith in people these days
 I feel so lonely but I don’t want to go back to my friends
 The very thing I want, I wish they’d stay away
 What is it that I miss, what is it that I want
 I’m still just sitting in the corner of my room
 Trying to figure out my emotional assault
 
 There is nothing wrong with me
 There is nothing I can complain about
 So why am I lost in thought, away from reality
 Why am I so needy, desperate for you to keep me company
 Why do I push every one away
 So maybe you will finally come to me
 
 Why do I sit in the corner, why not just go enjoy the day
 Why can’t I cure my sorrows
 I don’t want them to stay
 I wish I knew how to fix these wounds, I wish I had the strength to do so
 I don’t care to know what I feel
 I just want to know how to stop these crippling blows.

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