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I look at the screen for things to do
Trying to think of something new
I sit still on this lonely black chair
Wind would not touch my black hair
I open the ‘Notepad’ and start typing words
I guess this is just because I am bored
I sit still on this lonely black chair
Color would not shade my black hair
With letters created and letters so torn,
I realize that a new song is born
I sit still on this lonely black chair
Light would always brighten my black hair
I begin humming and singing random notes
I keep choosing for which notes have my own vote
I sit still on this lonely black chair
Darkness would creep into my black hair
Through sleepy thoughts and eyes so tired,
I try to stay awake and not retired
I sleep still on this lonely black chair
Mom would gently touch my black hair
Trying to think of something new
I sit still on this lonely black chair
Wind would not touch my black hair
I open the ‘Notepad’ and start typing words
I guess this is just because I am bored
I sit still on this lonely black chair
Color would not shade my black hair
With letters created and letters so torn,
I realize that a new song is born
I sit still on this lonely black chair
Light would always brighten my black hair
I begin humming and singing random notes
I keep choosing for which notes have my own vote
I sit still on this lonely black chair
Darkness would creep into my black hair
Through sleepy thoughts and eyes so tired,
I try to stay awake and not retired
I sleep still on this lonely black chair
Mom would gently touch my black hair
