There is a lonesome corner
where people go to cry.
It's a lonesome corner
'cause people don't ask why?
Why you are crying
or what can they do?
For that lonesome corner
is just for you.
The corner is secluded,
an intersecting place
where you must decide about
the tears upon your face.
Cry for a while.Then dry your tears.
For in that corner are sorrow and fears.
It's such a lonely place to be.
It's too damn lonely for you or me.
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