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.