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If I Were to Get Up
If I were to get up,
My dreaming would then cease.
I'd be pushed into a world,
Far away from sleeping's peace.
I'd have to fight the chills,
That show up at my door,
Stealing sanity from me,
Until I gave up more.
I'll have to put on make-up,
To hide my tear-stained face.
And I'll have to fake a smile,
To get accepted any place.
It will be just too much effort,
And there really is no way,
That I can face the Pretty People,
That walk the halls today.
I'll sleep between cold sheets,
And own an empty bed.
Then I'll dream again of wishes,
That dwell ~ in my somber head.
