If I make it to heaven I may be as bloody as hell.
Would you still take me?
I'm afraid that you might say, "depart from me, I never knew you."
I'm in the wrong body. I'm in the wrong body. I'm in the wrong body.
I must have stumbled in.
All the love I want to give gets caught between every rib.
What does that make me?
I have good intentions, but no exit for them to come out right through.
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