I am sitting in a quite corner
Completely enclosed in my own thoughts,
Dark secrets that I burden myself with
So weary of all things around me and you
So weary of the facts that age all around us
I am sitting here for a reason,
That I do not know or can share
Waiting for the voices from the one I no see
Who says I am aware of all things around me
Who says, that I have to wait more and more
I was shocked to hear, noting out of nothing
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