Like you can handle where you are,
With your dissatisfaction and trepidation,
And knowledge that you're way too far,
From what you should be doing in your life.
Isn't it funny?
That you should have only one chance at it,
And here you are, unhappy.
Which breaks my heart, because you are my life,
I'm intrinsically tied to you.
Your goals and dreams and those fine curves,
And the back of you, which is gloriously cute.
So throw it all away,
You'll always have me to fall on,
Because what I should be doing in MY life,
Is being your automaton.
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