My Space

Everybody needs a space
Somewhere to be alone
To sit and think
to assess your life
A place to call your own.

I lie on my bed with my music on
And write of love and fear,
Adorned with colour and individuality
For me, that place is here.

A Sunday afternoon has passed
I've not done much to show
Play some records, read a bit
And written tales of woe.

As i close my eyes the darkness comes
And i sleep so peacefully
A place to be alone
My bedroom's that place for me