Walking the streets with my head hung low.
I feel so bad it seems I've lost my way,
Burned bridges with loved ones, If I click my heels where do I go?
I've hit rock bottom, nowhere below.
I can't seem to keep these urges at bay,
For those little white rocks that look like snow.
I miss my family and home, it seems so long ago.
I miss the bed where my head used to lay.
My healthy daughter, oh! How she used to glow!
I was warned things that I already know,
But I couldn't resist the dancing colors; a cloud 9 ballet.
I know better, I just can't let go.
I felt it take over, everything was slow.
The world around me began to decay.
Where I went I just don't know.
I need help before I'm six feet below,
because it seems I've just lost my way.
For now I walk these streets with my head hung low.
If I clicked my heels, where do I go?