Love Life

I was 15 years old with my first girlfriend
I figured with her the rest of my life I'll spend
Happy and safe head laid on her lap
Comfortable and warm. I easily took a nap.
When I awoke I realized she had left.
Along with the years I considered my best.
I laid my head down and closed my eyes.
With the tearful memory of how she died.
Little did I know that she was never mine.
We all live for someone else. So how could life be my bride?