I cut and sew material but never reach success
And yet Im driven onwards to sartorial excess
Im not quite sure of what Im doing, this I will profess
But still its driving me
Its what my cutie mark is telling me.
My mind is all aswirl, my thoughts refuse to coalesce
Im talkin all in fancy yet my work has no finesse
I know I must complete these clothing orders nonetheless
My destiny seems strange to me
But its what my cutie mark is telling me.
So Twilight can you help me with this problem I possess
Theres something wrong, it shouldnt take this long to sew, unless
I guess theres something not quite right that needs to be addressed
My destinys out of its tree
Not what my cutie mark is telling me.