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 As I sit here alone in my own little chair Sometimes the noise fills me up with such dread Malicious discontent enters my poor head Sometimes the pain lingers in me for so long I know I can't bear it, my will isn't that strong. Sometimes the sorrow grows down in me so deep There aren't enough tears inside of me to weep Sometimes serenity rears its pristine head But, I choose insanity for my life instead Sometimes for no reason terror appears And fills my yearning soul with crippling fears Sometimes the quiet is more than I can bear Then someone says to me get out of that chair ©1986 Candalee Swayze |
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