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Jul 2016
Good morning, darling.
What have you been up to?
Do you still want to talk to me?
Was I just not good enough
the last time...
Did I stick around too long?
And now you know me too well.

I know, I know
it's time to pick up the pieces and run but
I'm scared, I'm so scared.
I don't really know what's out there.
You don't even see
how miserable I'll be!
But now I have to pick up the pieces and run.

Did my affections scare you?
Did I kiss your face too much?
Was it just too painful when I
said your name-
so sweet on my lips...

I know, I know
It's time to pick up the pieces and run but
I'm scared, I'm so scared.
Someone tell me I can face what's out there!
Look into my eyes and see
how miserable I'll be.

How miserable I'll be
that now I have to
pick up these shattered,
scattered
pieces
and run.
Carolyne McNabb
Written by
Carolyne McNabb
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   Keith Wilson
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