Quietly I sit in the corner over there
Curled up in a ball hoping no one will see me here
Why am I destined to feel this dreadful pain
All this increasing pressure on my aching brain
Sometimes I just feel like I should be slain
But thoughts like that are left for the insane
All of this comes with my ever so silent doom
And eventually this whole world it will consume
The demons inside us continue to fight for their lives
And those that are free have swung their deadly knives
But those that are trapped can only cloud our eyes
Filling up our heads with all their deceitful lies
That’s why I sit in this corner releasing horrific cries
Because I chose the wrong side and lost all human ties
And when you have no one the minds and the body dies
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