At sixes and sevens,
Torn at the soul.
Decisions to be made,
My life takes a toll.
Cut in half,
Right down the middle,
Clawed by what I left behind,
Those scars won't heal.
Love makes the choices,
No longer in control,
Filthy lies...mistrusted feelings,
No simple way out.
Wearing away,
Piece by piece,
Under a shroud of doubt.
Suffering the pain of a broken tale,
Like a healing wound ripped open,
Lost again,
In the midst of it all,
Lead me through,
I'm afraid to fall.
I've fallen so much,
Near to giving up,
Torn,
Right down the middle,
But I keep moving on.
At sixes and sevens,
And my scars won't heal.














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