Wishful Thinking

Its time to get up
Its the start of the day
But here in this bed
Is where I want to stay.

Pulling the covers
Over my head
I hate this feeling
This overwhelming dread.

My head pounds
My body seems to ache
I want to feel better
Make no mistake.

But cry is all I can do
The tears wont stop
No matter how hard I try
These tears continue to drop.

So in bed is where I will stay
Covers pulled up tight
Maybe if I go back to sleep
I will awake to everything being right.


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