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I try to collect the rare scraps of love and care that come my way
in hopes that maybe I can be loved someday
but for every love patch, there's one of pain and fear
I just push away all that most hold dear
Loking at other quilts held together by smiles
and bright colors that goes on for miles
but is tattered, dark, and it's ripped here
Yep that's my quilt
all held together by guilt
Is there something I don't see
or is there just something wrong with me?