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.