I'll figure you out
What you think, what you feel
I know what you're about
I will help you heal
Give me the blade
I'll clasp it in my hand
An indivisible aid
I will withstand
You will get better
And I will get worse
You will glitter
I'll call the nurse
I fixed you
I broke myself
You passed through
I stayed on the shelf
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 2:16 PM UTC
I'll figure you out
What you think, what you feel
I know what you're about
I will help you heal
Give me the blade
I'll clasp it in my hand
An indivisible aid
I will withstand
You will get better
And I will get worse
You will glitter
I'll call the nurse
I fixed you
I broke myself
You passed through
I stayed on the shelf
I warned you and you did not heed.
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