Life Comes Apart At The Seams

Life Comes Apart At The Seams elegy

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You heard what you wanted to hear
You felt what you wanted to feel
You ignored all the evidence to the contrary
And resigned yourself to the fates
But what you did not see
Was the turmoil that started it all
The emotions we did not explore
The feelings we did not share
We just towed the line, accepted the status quo
And let it all fall apart
We could have seen this coming
We should have seen this coming
And if I had been present
And realized the end was near
I could have prepared you
For what I am sure was agony

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