My music, my friends, and my books
Are all part of a blockade...

I am bubbly and sassy
I wonder about life outside this world...

I'm breaking down
and it's only my second week...

Those cold, wet paw prints
leading their way up to the front Door...

"tick... tick... tick... "
The grandfather clock ticking away life down the...

I hear pages turning,
Pages filled with nothing...

There's no distinction between the clouds today.
They're all evenly blended into the same...

hey baby,
you mean a lot to me...