ALL OF ME
There’s a place for me, When I die, when I die.
There’s a place for me, But it’s not in the sky,
I will soon see Jesus eye to eye, But it won’t be in the sky.
You can’t love me so don’t even try, I will cut you open, bleed you out, and let you dry.
Never mind the dozen times I said that I was lonely...
There’s nothing wrong with me, what’s wrong with me?
You are in my veins, my breath your blood sustains.
Body, mind, and soul, in you become whole.
Teach me how to bleed, for what you bleed for.
You, my hands, my feet, let me be yours, too.