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She lays out on the table
A pair of shears, a ball of twine
Her mother's meds she could pair with
Her father's favorite wine
Now which of these will work the most and hurt the least?
Yeah, she wonders, feeling nothing
Now which of these will be the end or set her free?
Yeah, she wonders, feeling nothing
She looks down at the counter
And sees a ticket for a flight
And beside it a calendar
A planner for her pleasant life
Now which of these will work the most and hurt the least?
Yeah, she wonders, feeling nothing
Now which of these will be the end or set her free?
Yeah, she wonders, feeling nothing
She paints her face in the mirror
Throws on her favorite dress
Stood between that counter and that table
She reflects
Now which of these will work the most and hurt the least?
Yeah, she wonders, feeling nothing
Now which of these will be the end or set her free?
Yeah, she wonders, feeling nothing