I’m all yours But don’t ask me to show you all of me... Not my wrists, not my thighs. I’m not sad Just don’t ask me if I’m alright I can’t keep putting up this fight. I don’t want help Just don’t hold out your hand And tell me you’ve got me, because I will grab it even if I don’t believe you. I’m not lonely But please don’t ask me to introduce You to my friends, they’ve all gone. I want to live But please don’t hand me rope... I’ll slip it round my neck like a tie, Hang it from the rafters and swing till I die.