I won\'t hold my hand out to anyone but you
I don\'t 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 I found fate stuck to the curb
Save me now
I won\'t hold my hand out to anybody but you
There\'s still time to get hands around my f*cking 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
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