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Sitting in a corner
Nothing else to do
Thinking things over
Never good to do
You never were the optomist
We rarely saw you smile
You were always wanting quiet
& you never said much
Your music was of the mellow-dramatic kind
Your friends were not really friends
Mearly followers of your kind
But you never spoke of how you felt
Just faded away into the black
You wanted them to go away
Stop pestering you with petty crap
They weren't like you
They had fun
While you sat alone and numb
Unknown of what to do
Then a stupid idea approached you
Then that was it, no more you
Your followers were all suprised
They thought it was all an act
A trend
But now you're happy
Alone in a quiet, peaceful land