I sit here today with a raincloud over me
Lifting my head up is quite a tough task
For I'm missing something so special, you see
I lack my gobstoppers, in case you were to ask
The first one I pop brings light to my eyes
Brings a smile to my face and color to my world
But without it with me my spirit can't fly
How I wish I could taste that sweet colorful swirl
I sit here and wonder, with time going by
How is it that emptiness fills up my gut
I don't really care, I'm not going to try
For without gobstoppers my mind is simply shut
I mourn in my head which I constantly smack
Why did is wallet behind a door shut with locks
My viewpoint is much like those addicted to crack
Now that I don't have my yellow gobstoppers box.
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