I can’t wake up, eyelids are so heavy
So worse for wear, cannot shake off the rust
Holding back tears like a crumbling levee
I can’t, I won’t, I don’t, but life, I must
I’m avoiding responsibility
So much to do, it seems, so full my plate
A schedule of flexibility
But then all I do is procrastinate
Living in a constant overwhelm state
Moments of peace and pause bring me much guilt
It could be worse, be grateful for my fate
Must choose to lie then in this bed I built
Sick and tired of this sick and tired
But maybe it’s just how I am wired
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