come_undone pSyche We tied the knot but all for naught for soon it all was not. And these worn heart strings These strange puppet-things Have been pulled and been plucked And from what I deduct I will let no one play them anon. And as a rag doll with stitches My true self shows through I guess that inside I just Wasn't for you But I'll come unlgued And eat no more food For I come undone to the core for you. And the red string that binds us No longer reminds us of roses, or orchids, or a fire for two So now take your shears and cut off these years And watch this rag doll at last come undone. 060523 what's it to you? who go blather from