I am not
a miracle worker
but I'm
lancing on my arms
taking care of the seeds in your soil
I've almost told you if I sing
I'm not good at missing
but it's alright
I'll sing
till it's my share
some other time
Smoked a pack and wrapped inside never did before
cancer is the most it's really giving you my chest
Flourishing right
from my eyes you
tell the world that I sculpted your skin
I'm a ladybird with no one in the front seat
I'm a lady,
oh well I'm used
to it
bound by the words and tricks you might have sown
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