A part of the room with friends that doesn't talk.
They stood still every single day, all eyes on me. 
I called and called but towards me they won't walk. 
As i woke up to reality, figurines and toys I can see. 

A part of the room with friends that doesn't listen. 
I walk them to places where the noise cannot reach.
They told me blissful and gloomy stories written with pen. 
I flicked the last page of the boo-