Vine

You navigate your life plan

You radiate with all you have

Lie down in your head

And let loose your last thread

Let it slip right out of hand

Let it slip right

Let it slip right out of hand

Let it slip right

And she knew her timeline

And she tugged on her life vine

And her soft mind spoke its prose

And her hands clenched as she froze

And she slipped right out of hand

And she slipped right

She slipped right out of hand

She slipped right

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