I'm not a dog
I'm not a little girl
I don't play with toys
I want to make things last
I'm not a dog
This isn't a tug of war
It's what holds up together
And the rope seems to be slipping through my raw hands
It's burned me
And it's cut me
But it's not the rope that is tugging
And I'm week
I'm not holding the rope in my jaw
Between sharp teeth
I'm not growling for the other side to be let go
I'm not a dog
But I know this rope will snap soon
