I would give you my heart, but it's blackened, and broken. Besides, it's in the repair shop.
I would give you my soul, but I've already sold it to the devil.
I would give you my body, but drugs have taken it away from me.
I would give you my mind, but I lost it.
I would give you my tears, but I've cried myself dry.
I would give you my blood, but it'd be too difficult to gather from the puddles spread across my bedroom floor.
I would give you my life, but it has slowly drifted away as the pills sunk in.
I would give you my soul, but I've already sold it to the devil.
I would give you my body, but drugs have taken it away from me.
I would give you my mind, but I lost it.
I would give you my tears, but I've cried myself dry.
I would give you my blood, but it'd be too difficult to gather from the puddles spread across my bedroom floor.
I would give you my life, but it has slowly drifted away as the pills sunk in.
