i was a full garment before i met you.
i may have had some loose strings,
but they were nothing that a pair of sewing scissors couldn't fix.
then you gave me that million-dollar smile.
(you knew i was a beggar before i ever did.)
one by one, you pulled every string
so delicately i thought you were sewing me back together.
you made me want to come undone.
but now you're gone,
and i'm here --
hanging by a thread.