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| pSyche |
We tied the knot but all for naught for soon it all was not. And these worn heart strings These strange puppet-things Have been pulled and been plucked And from what I deduct I will let no one play them anon. And as a rag doll with stitches My true self shows through I guess that inside I just Wasn't for you But I'll come unlgued And eat no more food For I come undone to the core for you. And the red string that binds us No longer reminds us of roses, or orchids, or a fire for two So now take your shears and cut off these years And watch this rag doll at last come undone. |
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