Is This My Sentence
I'm reaching critical
will the doctor please save me
Do I need to get hysterical
before a blessing can re bath me
I should be eternally great full
and trust me I don't need any confirmation
I just need a little blanket to sheild
me from all this breaking
I fear taking an antidote
because those things can make you crazy
You cure one major enigma
but another one is chasing
I want to know about my life
but a prophecy is too revealing
All I want to know is if these
wounds I feel will eventually heal
So doctor take your time
I'm maxing out all my life lines
I will be just fine
I know I'm far from the due date line
I'm just a young girl whose lost
I know this isn't anything new
So what's the rush?
It's just that these constant blows
Can confuse and eventually
make a weak girl want to choose
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