I would cut out my heart,
To give you one more beat,
I would cut off my ear,
To give you one last song,
I would cut out my stomach,
To give you one last taste
Of life
I would cut out my lung,
So you could breathe in our country air,
I would cut out my pancreas
to replace yours.
To give you everything back.
I would cut out me from my life scrap book
And weld your picture to each and every page
To let you see the ending of the story...
I would die.
To give you life.
I would die.
So you didn't have to.
If I could.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC
I would cut out my heart,
To give you one more beat,
I would cut off my ear,
To give you one last song,
I would cut out my stomach,
To give you one last taste
Of life
I would cut out my lung,
So you could breathe in our country air,
I would cut out my pancreas
to replace yours.
To give you everything back.
I would cut out me from my life scrap book
And weld your picture to each and every page
To let you see the ending of the story...
I would die.
To give you life.
I would die.
So you didn't have to.
If I could.
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