I don’t feel like myself,
I feel like I have been stored on a shelf
I feel like a deserted island
I feel like running away,
now I am standing here thinking why I am here today
I feel like a deserted island
I am cold,
and I feel like I am 100 years old
I feel like a deserted island
Copyright © ®2009, By Lisa Anderson
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