Troubled cat

Who's gonna feed that troubled cat, everybody's shutting the door She just wants a bowl full of milk, nothing more The wall she's stuck behind is beyond her reach The hound on the other side keeps barking, all she has now is a branch of beech She's fighting for her life every breath Don't be a rude, mean thing locking yourself inside like you are cooking crystal meth She was separated from her mother Because they thought, she was just too much trouble All the hope she had when she meowed, is gone Now she has got no one to count on She doesn't want your money, clothes of silk All she desires is a bowl full of milk