SLEEP
Drifting asleep I lay on the couch
And to my suprise when I feel the sunrise, I'm in my room
tucked in under the covers
never wondered or questioned why
One day I fell asleep on the couch and woke up on the
couch
not in bed, or wrapped in a blanket, but most importantly
not carried to my room anymore
I asked myself why but already knew the answer
I'm not a little girl anymore
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