I think the sun is rising
So I hide under my bed;
To hide from rays
That start the day-
You should surely take my stead.
To bound inside is majesty
The outside is so cruel.
The people closest to us
Are always hurting most.
So place me undercovers
And let me read my hearts content.
Surely this hero
Can help me escape the damsels scorn?
Every story ends,
When you decide to man the fuck up.
No one ever regretted that decision.
Light abounds the outside world
And I can grin and bear it with a smile,
Because that is what men do.
