niccy

i sit at my desk. wondering when everything became such a mess. money doesn't grow on trees. and no matter how you like not everyone says please. i know everytime i'm feelin blue music turns my frown upside down. yet the record player still doesn't turn. i sit in quietness. so all the stress. it realyl soaks in. soon things will be normal again. and i will have the shoulder of a friend. to lean on and share a song. things will be better.