On Top of the Shelf
By psweets
I sit up here Night and day Wishing that my friends weren't so stiff And made of clay I sit up here Everyday Talking to myself and wondering why I always feel like I am by myself I sit up here Night and day Thinking that life must be more exciting than this I sit up here Everyday And wonder why I am frozen on this shelf Alone again Written January 21st, 2002 © on Jan 21 2002 12:57 PM PST 0 • 10
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"I sit up here..."