I feel like that girl who had to sleep on a pea

To prove that she was a princess

I’m not so lucky, it’s not a pea I’m sleeping on

I’m sleeping on a bed of sharp nails

To prove I’m not a **** up

That girl came in from the pouring rain

Couldn’t sleep on the tower of mattressess

On top of that very tiny pea

I can’t ever really come in to escape the rain

No matter where I go I’m followed by a cloud

It never stops raining

On really bad nights it feels like it’s hailing

The bed of nails, the raining cloud

It represents and constantly reminds me of my

Memories, regrets and pain

From my past, my present and my future

So when I finally close my eyes

On top of that bed of nails

Under the dark rain cloud

I dream of a like better then mine

Hoping that one day

I could trade places with that girl

Who sleeps on top of the pea