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Unsewn Seams

Here's your chance, Here's your chance
You silly girl
You can almost see wings
Your seeking heart starts to sing- and it continues to sing

He's that boy, Same old boy
Progressing into a man
Passing of life set to cease
He's my adhesive piece- my adhesive peace

That future dance, Future dance
He won't be spending with me
I'm doomed in the arms of another- not what I planned for
Encouraged by his mother and now my heart is sore- throbbing and sore

My crumbled dreams, jumbled dreams
I'm forcing teardrops of blood
Please, mom, take pity on me, before I go to extremes
Please make time retrogress, and bind my unsewn seams, my unsewn seams




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