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?