I just wouldn’t have a clue

I’m not delicate, nor am I dainty
I bumble, mumble and have a tendency to tumble
A fool in matters of the heart
No less better when using my head
Dreams are like a balm for my sanity
When one comes true it’s like a miracle
Fearless, I could never play that part
Why bother when I could just stay in bed

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