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My heart’s too soft to let you go;

I can’t turn my back like others would.

I’m stuck,

Son, I’m fazed

You’ve got me positioned to…

I will not be fazed!

Boy, I will not be trapped!

Best believe that my feet are,

Firmly planted deep,

In this broken soil!

Listen carefully!

Hear the shattering pieces

Of my tired soul

Feel my weariness.

I’ve become tender and weak.

I will not be molded by

Your potter’s hands,

Your crooner’s voice.

I will not be swayed to

See you right.

Still I’m drunk, I’m fazed

You’ve got me positioned to…


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Written September 30, 2007

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