bedtime blues
sleep calls my weary headready to put a stressful day to bed
too tired to think; my head leans
so scary not knowing what tomorrow brings.
it's sad when that little girl with such ideals
meets the wound that never heals
meets the man that breaks her heart
and laughs at her as she falls apart.
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