Where the Broken Go

Stitches

Remove these strings, and I will come undone-

Unraveling right before your eyes…

These stitches were not placed in unison-

This you should soon realize…

Each piece connects a part of me-

Each piece connected becomes a whole…

And I’m afraid that if you set these strings free-

I’ll fall all out of control…

Unraveling like an orange peel-

Starting from the top…

From my head down to my heel-

I’m afraid it’ll never stop…

There on the floor I’ll lay-

In a boney, fleshy heap…

And there is where I’ll stay-

There is where I’ll sleep…

While you go off and live your life-

Having all the fun…

You’ll live and love and take a new wife-

And I will just be undone…

So before you loosen that first string-

Please consider this final plea…

Of course it is the most important thing-

PLEASE DON’T UNRAVEL ME!!!