Unchanged

by Viola   Mar 14, 2008


I can't keep my hands
Still from shaking for a minute
To be able to sew this shut
It comes out jagged and wrong
So I take it apart
And open it all up
As the contents come undone

I'll start again tomorrow
To find I've gotten nowhere once again
Everyday's the same
Everyday's the same
Everyday's the same

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