Holes, Holes, Holes
If I could reach into your mind
And place the tumor into mine
I would not think twice of time
If that would save your life
I'd pull the dagger from your back
And clean your wound
With my bare hands
If that should save your life
I'd share your name and paint you things
I wouldn't nag for diamond rings
We'd be a gas and sing..
If only you were alive
Copyright © Anonymous Ah | Year Posted 2010
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