I'm a sleepyhead
Can't get outta bed
I can try to sleep
And count all the sheep

But it never works
And it still hurts
I regret what I said
I hate being a sleepyhead

It wasn't always this way
I'd look into the moon and say;
"I feel alright,
Nothing can break my might,"

But now I'm just a sleepyhead
I can't get outta bed
I struggle to walk
And talk

A sleepyhead is something strange
Completely deranged
In need of sleep
But they just weep

They used to be amazing
But now they're lazing
Just so confused
They have something to lose

Will I go back to being normal?
If I do will I be abnormal?
Am I happy?
Are you happy?

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so yeah

i feel horrible and can't do anything really, I can't even draw

But because something horrible happened recently it gave me lots of time to think and I just quickly wrote this down

I really like the idea of sleepyheads, I might make a story with them

who knows

:(

beybye