Table top

Change it to fit demands
My body is in your hands.
Make it fit my very soul.
Take apart the lie I was forced to know
Break it and put it back together again.
My body is now in your hands

Scared in my soul
Forced to live a world I couldn’t bring myself to know.
I was never given a chance
A choice.
Was never given the rights to live
Just going around on your plans.

Kissing it all goodbye
Given the chance to make things right
My body is in your hands Doctor
Bring my soul to the top

Now I am sitting your tabel.
I can only hope that this is enough

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