I Will Not Hold My Hand Out To Anyone But You
I Do Not Want To Trust Anyone But You
If I Am To Be Saved My Anybody I Want It To Be You
I Take Your Hand
You'll Find Hope Scribbled Onto Scrap Pieces Of Paper
Like Fate I Found Stuck To The Curb
Save Me Now
I Will Not Hold My Hand Out To Anybody But You
There's Still Time To Get Your Hands Around My F***ing Neck
It's Time To Realize That There Is Far More To This World That The Self Loathing You Endure
You'll Find Hope Scribbled On Scrap Paper