• all alone, underneath my covers. i lie alone
    waiting.....waiting for answers, waiing for things
    to get better, waiting for things to cheer up. the
    answers almost nevercome to me and life remains
    a mystery. things almost never cheer up in a
    cold..gloomy...sad world. but will the answers come
    to me this time? will things cheer up this time?
    will the answers come this time? will things get
    better this time? probably not...i asked myself
    these questions everytime...but...these things never
    happen or come...so why bother ask, when i already
    know the answer? this is how things always are in
    a world of cold...sorrow...gloom...and misery.