Imagine being all alone in the room beside no one. It's Stone Cold and no one is there to keep you warm, you can't feel your fingertips, they feel like ice cubes, if only, oh if only, someone were here, to protect me? Introducing... Meow! Meows for glistened in the moonlight, you gaze at meow in amazement, if only he were real, that's right, he was a pigment of your imagination all along.. doesn't it feel lonely? Welcome, to the club of lonely people. Now most of us here are not mentally okay but no one has to know that part of the deal.. all they have to know is that we're here all alone no one beside us, waiting for meow to be real so that we can hold his little paws, once again.
