And running the high race
I'm worried about you Heart
And the step of your pace
I saw what you said
But I'm not sure what you mean
And that wasn't from bad me
That was worry wort's scene
Bad me chews nails
And spits rivets in place
Worry wart just fusses
With a bitchy ass taste
Not for being mean
But no access to control the scene
Wort's eyes have a different plight
They always look through the mommas sight
There is a big difference
To handle with care
Bad me can be cruel
But wort can only care
Simplification of me
Is a very hard thing to do
And text doesn't necessarily
Allow fine emotional clues
