Sitting in the corner, Nothing much to do, I sit there and think, And thoughts of guilt come flooding through. Long forgotten and resolved problems, Come back to haunt me. As one thought comes, Another goes. But they always return. Slowly slipping their way into my consciousness. And many of them stay. They make me cry, A cry of tears long ago shed. The times I'm left alone, Are the times which scares me stiff. Sitting in the corner. Sitting in the corner.