Painted in corner up against wall
By Aunty Depressant
I just don't know what to do.
I feel like crying
and can't sleep at all.
I've been painted in a corner,
Pushed up against the wall.
I don't want to fight.
I just want a life.
But what's the point of trying?
When you just beat me down.
You laugh at all my punches
and knock me to the ground.
What was I thinking?
Feeling sorry for you.
Now I'm feeling sorry for myself,
and nothing else but blue.
I've been painted in the corner.
And pushed up against the wall.
Ain't nothin' I can do.
Ain't nothin' at all.
I've been playing around with blues on harp...I'll have to see if I can
come up with a tune to go with it.
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© 2007 Aunty Depressant
Comments on "Painted in corner up against wall"
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On Thursday, August 16, 2007, Preacher X
(35) wrote:
Very nice. Smooth flow and fairly mellow feel. good write.
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A former member wrote:
possibly one of my favorites from you so far. ~ hdb.