Give Me
Give me a blade to slit my wrist,
And I'll feel like I exist.
Give me needle, give me thread,
Give me a heart that doesn't stop, dead.
The hate I choke on instead of air,
Give me working lungs, and time to repair.
Give me love, give me hope,
Don't let me tie this rope.
And I'll feel like I exist.
Give me needle, give me thread,
Give me a heart that doesn't stop, dead.
The hate I choke on instead of air,
Give me working lungs, and time to repair.
Give me love, give me hope,
Don't let me tie this rope.