Let me mend your wounds, my dear, Let me see your scars. Iβll brush the dust off of you, Peer inside and count your stars. Read me your sins and Let me hold your tears; Give me your hand, darling, Lend to me your fears. When you kiss me, whisper Into my mouth your dreams. Give me a needle and Let me sew up your broken seams. I know youβre fractured, But I am too. All I ask, my dear, Is that you let me love you.