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8/26/10

The angel on her shoulder

He gave up and went

The devil stuck around

Till his patience was spent

And she sat there alone

On her living room floor

Wondering if she could ever be sure

Because if it ain’t broke

Then it don’t need fixing

But what can you do

If the pieces go missing

The night was too quiet

The day was too loud

Everyone else had her

All figured out

So she swallowed her pills

And she wrote some things down

And she waited until her heart didn’t pound

Yes if it ain’t broke

Then it don’t need fixing

But what can you do

If the pieces go missing

Awake and alone

She stared at the clock

The only face left

And it wouldn’t talk

The ceilings said nothing

And nor did the floors

They all held their breath for a knock on the door

Saying If it ain’t broke

Then it don’t need fixing

But what can you do

If the pieces go missing

She read about someone

Who fell off a wall

Who couldn’t be put

Back together at all

Her heart lay in pieces

All over again

As she fell asleep dreaming of all the king’s men

Singing If it ain’t broke

Then it don’t need fixing

But what can you do

If the pieces go missing

©bah10

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