Fall is on the way, gonna change my room.
It used to be that, "by myself" place
where I built my world of baskets...
things I've worn, things I'd torn
and things I had to fold.
I had clean sheets on my bed...
but it was never made.
It was me, smothering covers
and a place I'd hide my head.
It was always too cold no matter what I did.
I hated myself and how things were...
living in fear of what someone might do.
The only way I could get to sleep
was thinking of summer when I was a kid.
Fall is on it's way again...
tossed out all my fears.
I'm hanging warmth on my windows.
and changing my room.
No one lies in my bed anymore!
I've made my bed for me.
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