I'll be o.k.
A one handed musician would be a sad story.
One that is not quite easy to tell.
No use crying over spilt milk.
All of our cards have been dealt.
So put your chin up and give your best forward.
So, don't worry about it.
I'll be o.k.
I'm headed to the north.
I've heard it's cold and the frostbite stings the insides.
Without my right hand, who will keep the left warm?
I'm a smart girl, I'll figure it out.
Tears and blood seems to be what this life is all about.
But like I said--
--I'll be just fine.
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