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Hanging by a Thread
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Love Blossoms I’ve wasted away
twenty years all alone
and now I act like
I can’t live without another.
I’m not falling in love~
I’m falling apart,
unraveling who I am
by wearing my heart
on my sleeve.
Would I disintegrate
if I end up by myself?
Would I break into pieces
if I can’t have his heart?
I have to build my own identity
before I can love him
because he’s tearing at the seams
and I can’t fix him until
I am complete on my own.
I will hold onto this fraying thread
until tomorrow,
until he sews his lips shut
or ties up the loose strings.
