She's so vulnerable,
Lieing there in her bed.
Passed out and away,
While dreaming occurs in her head.
Vulnerable to what,
I still don't quite know.
Perhaps by getting closer,
She'll allow it to show.
The world continues on,
While she is passed out.
But she'll never hear your cries for help,
Not even if you shout.
She's luckier than she knows,
She can get whatever she requires.
But there are things in life I'll never get,
No matter how hard I desire.
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