Not So Bad

It’s not so bad when I’m lying in the bedroom,
Pretending that you’ll soon be home again,
It’s not so bad, that lonesome feeling in my heart, dear,
‘Though it’s a way-down-deep-and-lonely, aching kind of pain.

It’s not so bad when I’m out alone with our friends,
Trying to forget you’re not with me,
It’s not so bad to stay out late at all their parties,
Though it’s not at all as good as it might be.

(chorus)
It’s not so bad ‘til I remember all the good times,
It’s not so bad ‘til I remember that you’re gone,
It’s not so bad ‘til I remember how I love you---
Then I know it’s not so good to be alone.

It’s not so bad throughout the week when I’m out working,
And on weekends, I stay busy---well, I try,
It’s not so bad, all those days I spend without you,
Though I must admit that every day I cry.

It’s not so bad, that’s what I hear myself keep saying,
As I spend these lonely hours feeling blue,
It’s not so bad to feel so bad all by myself, dear,
Though I must admit I’m really missing you.

(chorus)
It’s not so bad ‘til I remember all the good times,
It’s not so bad ‘til I remember that you’re gone,
It’s not so bad ‘til I remember how I love you,
Then I know it’s not so good to be alone---
Yeah, I know it’s not so good to be alone.

© J. Bradley Burt 2023