R
I gave him a knife
I gave him a gun
I gave him a rope
I gave him the sun
Now my back is made from metal
there's a hole inside my chest
the breath I had is deathly mellow
and there are burn scars over the rest
But I know he never meant to do it
I can see it in his eyes
his pride overwhelmed his heart
but he swallowed it in all good time
now he wants to remove the metal
and he's throwing bandaids at my heart
He's loosening the rope a little
and repairing me, part by part
Oh, I'm so glad I stayed and suffered
I'm so glad he made me pessimist
because in this journey to recover
I realize what I could've missed
I listened to my heart
The will of my soul, I followed