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Drained from Head to Soul
I'll get up today,
Tomorrow I promise,
Soon I will rise from my bed.
I will lift my feather weighted;
My stone weight body up in a minute.
Just need some space,
Stop knocking on my door.
I'm getting up soon, I promise you
Or am I promising myself now?
Waking up, no I was awake all along;
Though I haven't lifted myself from the mattress,
For quite sometime, tomorrow I promise.
I'm drained from head to soul,
Not gaining anything from getting up, so I will lay here.
So tired, just wish to lay here and sleep.
I agree their is no real purpose
Nor great achievement to stay in bed,
But today and yesterday I have been drained head to soul.
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