I could give you my heart
What would you say, dear?
I could open my arms
I could just lay here
Often as I try
To keep you off my mind
I would rather die
Than be locked inside my own hell
If I spilled all my blood
Would you still be here?
When it fills up my lungs
Would you shed a tear?
I've been left behind
Returned to the grind
If I spoke my mind
I'd be crucified in my own hell
