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