Hello I'm sitting here  Thinking and writing  Writing and talking  Without you    Situated in the corner of the corner  So far from nothing  Suspecting not accepting  That it's true    It really hits me when I'm  Walking into the market  I hear things I used to say  Is it wrong to be here anyway    Fade away  What was I thinking when I thought I could make you stay  What was I thinking when I thought I was right  Not nothin'    I'm on to something here  It's all becoming clear  Clearly confusing  Less than amusing  Castrated like a corpse to a coroner  So close to nothing  Forgetful not regretful  Of what I am    It really hits me when I'm   Hanging with other monkeys  Thinking of shit to say  Is it wrong to be here anyway    I'm on to something  It's something I'm on to  but it's really nothing