You're unborn, with a small beating heart Someday you'll fall apart Just an empty space for a heart I'll be there to caress you when you cry For I know how it feels To see a little part of you die I promise to shelter you with me To protect you when you need And then make you heal But I'm a mess too Born to impress not just a few Frolicking in desires like the rest But there's none left I have been a fool Loathing the merriment Garnering the heart for the blessed Oh! I'm indeed a mess You're an unborn mess Soon you could be On the path to becoming like the rest Now, I don't know what to feel Is it of worth to bring you in? Is it right to let you go? I am not the enemy nor a foe Ending you now could be the answer To save you from all that's out there One mess less May make the world indeed a better place
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