Its horrible is'nt it?
when you wake up to a bed
a stable paid roof, upon your sweet head
bundles of clothes, its really the worst
when one of your shirts is'nt matching the first
you cry of your life
you'll never win
but you do not think
of what could've been
i am so weird
you might assume
cause' i live in a house
with only one room
dont wanna go on
cant tell the whole world
it will be in time
unraveled, unfurled
so awake  your tired eye
make a grand cup o' tea
cause the room that i speak of
is a thing called adversity