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I always had this thing about security
Needing to know at all times I was gonna be okay
Even with the small things in life;
like having the light on in each room on before I enter
Even sleeping on the side of the bed nearest the wall, "The Right Side"
You know, out of fear of falling off through the night or something
It was re-assuring to know that being on that side I was gonna be okay
Then along came you and my fear and sense of security shifted
I wanted you to be secure and okay
Had fear of you driving home late at night on the freeway on your way home from work
Stayed up late to make sure you were okay
You driving my car and picking me up so you wouldn't get harrassed at the bus stop
Bringing you lunch at work just to see who you worked with and if they were respecting you as a woman
And in those 2hour commutes, driving dead tired so you could rest and not deal with the stress of the long drive
I made one big mistake however....
I never relinquished my grip on the right side of "our" bed
I never gave up my real sense of security for you
So you could be okay and sleep well
So you could sleep without fear of falling
And so you could for once, one night; feel what I felt on that side
I gave you everything I had but missed what really mattered
And now I realize after being alone so long
There is no more right side of the bed anymore
No wall to keep me safe from that fall
It's gone and it took you with it
And all that's left is this bed with a very lonely and empty soul
Laying in it, in search of the right side
A side that don't exist no more and a side that he may never find
again....
(spur of the moment....in my sleep shyt....enuff to get me online to type it out....if you don't get it, it's too far over ya head...)
Dedicated to Mercy's Old School Best Friend...."I'm truely sorry".
PR.JAN-03
I always had this thing about security
Needing to know at all times I was gonna be okay
Even with the small things in life;
like having the light on in each room on before I enter
Even sleeping on the side of the bed nearest the wall, "The Right Side"
You know, out of fear of falling off through the night or something
It was re-assuring to know that being on that side I was gonna be okay
Then along came you and my fear and sense of security shifted
I wanted you to be secure and okay
Had fear of you driving home late at night on the freeway on your way home from work
Stayed up late to make sure you were okay
You driving my car and picking me up so you wouldn't get harrassed at the bus stop
Bringing you lunch at work just to see who you worked with and if they were respecting you as a woman
And in those 2hour commutes, driving dead tired so you could rest and not deal with the stress of the long drive
I made one big mistake however....
I never relinquished my grip on the right side of "our" bed
I never gave up my real sense of security for you
So you could be okay and sleep well
So you could sleep without fear of falling
And so you could for once, one night; feel what I felt on that side
I gave you everything I had but missed what really mattered
And now I realize after being alone so long
There is no more right side of the bed anymore
No wall to keep me safe from that fall
It's gone and it took you with it
And all that's left is this bed with a very lonely and empty soul
Laying in it, in search of the right side
A side that don't exist no more and a side that he may never find
again....
(spur of the moment....in my sleep shyt....enuff to get me online to type it out....if you don't get it, it's too far over ya head...)
Dedicated to Mercy's Old School Best Friend...."I'm truely sorry".
PR.JAN-03
