I don't want to get out of my bed,
it's too cold,
there are so many things that I dread,
not everything is glitter and gold.
I don't want to get out of my bed,
there is so much sadness,
sometimes I'd rather be dead,
it'd be an escape from the madness.
I don't want to get out of my bed,
what will happen if I stay?
When I die, what will be said?
Only that I kept my fears at bay?

I should get out of my bed,
I may fear loss,
of love,
life,
happiness.
But if I don't get out of bed,
I may as well be dead.