My stomach's churning
The wheels in my mind won't stop turning
Just want it out of my head
I know something should be said
If I do you won't be in my life
If I don't I'll live with much strife
How can I not, it's not fair
He would never hurt a single hair
How could I live with myself
I have to stand up for him better than he could himself
This whole thing's not fair
But they took it there
I have to be a good example
Because apparently in your life those won't be ample
They'll deprive us of each other
Even though I'm your grandmother
I want to keep you near
Where do I go from here
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