I'm quite a few years old
Alittle bent out of shape...

I'm locked in my self prison
My roof and my floor...

I see the Reflections
But their not of me...

I've been stuck in the arm
Poked in my two eyes...

Yes I'm a Voodoo Doll
Please don't stick me...

I always knew when
My mom was around...

From cover to cover
I'm trapped in a book...

We go way back together
Every since the first grade...

A balloon and a bubble
Both plum full of hot air...

They are see through
They get to the point...

When I close my eyes
I see you so clear...

A Dream
Is a vision...