I'll have your heart, if not by gift my knife Shall carve it out. I'll have your heart, your life.

Love me, Love me, I cried to the rocks and the trees, And Love me, they cried again, but it was only to tease. Once I cried Love me to the people, but they fled like a dream, And when I cried Love to my friend, she began to scream. Oh why do they leave me, the beautiful people, and only the rocks remain, To cry Love me, as I cry Love me, and Love me again.

Singing is the love of my life, but I was ready to give it all up because I couldn't handle people talking about how fat I was.

The world is come upon me, I used to keep it a long way off, But now I have been run over and I am in the hands of the hospital staff.

Prate not to me of suicide, Faint heart in battle, not for pride I say Endure, but that such end denied Makes welcomer yet the death that's to be died.

That's the way love sounds, my mother told me. You think it should feel like honey, but instead it cuts like a knife.