A WALKING DISASTER

Everything wasn’t handed to me on a fancy silver platter

Maybe because everything I hold, just shatters

I always pick the pieces up

Putting them together

Even if they don’t fit with each other

Mend and break

How much long would this take?

Just bear with me for a while

I will please you until its fine

Just excuse an emotional wreck

Speaking her heart out for a worthless check

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