perched upon the eave, the robin gives his speech
can't decipher what language he speaks
pull the covers off my face, feel the light of the day
try hard to wrench this body, from this bed I lay
but it all comes crashing down, in this whirlpool
I drown, in this swirling emptyness I found
all these sentimental breakdowns, leave me weak
to carry on

will I ever come close to what I felt so long ago
when my smile was broad, and full of hope
or am I stuck in time, fighting the villans and clowns
surrendering to their laughing sounds