Days Besides myself

sitting alone in my bed,
all I can think of is you in my head.

I'm trying real hard to close my eyes,
My soul unquestionably refuses to fly.

Finally I spring up and look into the dark,
Its almost morning-I can hear the singing lark.

Out of my window the frost is building,
my dad making money to use for the spending.

Sometimes I really worry for my health,
on these days-besides myself.