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[queensheeba]

I'd have tryed a little harder
Had it not been nearly impossible
to pry myself from the mass of fluff
That calls itself my bed

I'd have managed a little better
Had I slept longer
Had I taken more sleeping pills
or even slept earlier

I'd have been far less exausted
Had I been more prepared for you
Had I taken time off from this
Had I created another addiction
To comprimise the thoughts I think now
Had I some how realized being away even for a few hours
Would be so ridiculously difficult
Once head over heels, open heartedly, falling
Flat on my face to find that nothing good is ever real
and nothing reals stays good long enough