Some days i feel like only staying in bed,
to close my eyes alll day and live in my head,
instead i move the covers off, dress each morning,
take a shower, and try to stop mourning,
i'm a man and it's time to make a new plan,
no more doubt, from now on i can,
do anything i put my mind to,
even if it means staying behind you,
sometimes i get upset cause my words,
aren't heard each morning like chirps from birds,
haven't blown up yet, maybe i never will,
but i will always say i'm writing still,
some nights i wonder why i still write,
always tempted to quit, i still might,
clam up and never again open to show,
my pearl and all the kind that i know.