Within this dime-a-dozen world I swear they must've broke the mold Cuz you're the only one I've met that I would kill to call my own. Let it be known, I'm not aggressive, or possessive All I know is, I would kill to make you mine I am usually not this bold Let it be known....
I never wanted to be anybody's anything....
Anything at all, I'm rather small, yet all my shortcomings stand tall I've crawled upon my hands knees out of the fear that I could fall through it all it's left me withered, feeling bitter bought sold, been told I'm not the nicest person that you'll ever get to know Let it be known....
I never wanted to be anybody's anything....
Weaving through this dust I trust nobody else but us I must admit It'd take some years for me to walk without this crutch So on such, I'd still be fucked If I am forced to walk alone should I crumble at your feet I'll hold us both accountable Let it be known....
