Shrapnel
flying
tear and rend,
Bones are breaking,
I don't bend,
shattered glasses
twisted beams,
I am splitting at the seams
I'm not made for stormy
weather.......
I can't hold this thing together,
Tape me up and grab the glue
I'll fall apart
all over you.
get the staple gun and nails,
quick,
before the hot wax fails
I'm not made for stormy
weather........
help me keep this thing
together....
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