In a Corner

Will anybody tell me why I'm standing here, the reason is unclear, there is a ringing in my ear, my arms out at my side instead of playing outside, why can't I just hide, I am stuck here in the corner maybe cuz I lied or maybe just because I cry oh, it's my favorite one though of all corners in this home, it's a game of hide-and-seek except I'm all alone, can anybody call me on the telephone? There's an aching in my bones, there is aching in my bones, I did nothing wrong that I should be here for so long, I must be strong because begging her for mercy would be wrong and I knew it all along so I sing this song.
Will anybody tell me why I'm kneeling here, with my nose up to the wall, walls made out of clapboard, it isn't really wood at all because nothing's really real, at least that's how I feel at least that's how I feel, look at all the pretty patterns in the wall, I hate this kneeling in the hall, the punishment don't fit the crime at all, I must be strong because begging to get out would just be wrong and I knew it all along that's why I sing this song, I am stuck here all night long, all night long.
I memorized the patterns on the wall though the walls not really a wall at all it's an entrance to another world and when I get a punishment I focus on the pattern swirls until there's nothing there at all because you see, there never really was a wall. I am stuck here in the corner in the hall.