As I lay back on my bed,
And look up to the bedroom ceiling,
It gives me some other feeling,
It comforts me to the core,
It is there for me at any hour,
It understands me more than anyone,
I can sit in its embrace without it complaining,
I can cry under its comfort all night,
I wish it was alive,
As nothing feels better than to cry like this,
If I talk to somebody else it only goes in circles,
I hate to see my life purple,
So, it let me cry,
And there is nothing better than to cry like this.
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