My Bed

Going through this life without knowing what lays ahead,

And I suddenly don’t want to get out of bed.

Being a coward while hiding underneath the covers,

Wishing that I had a woman to be my lover.

Nobody wants to face this world on their own,

And I know that I’m destined to be all alone.

One of these days I’ll get up and get dressed,

And maybe I will remember that girls address.

Life looks funny when you view it from a bed,

And it sucks, because I really don’t know,

How long it will take to clear my head.

by

William Swafford

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