Don't Pass Me By

I am a fruit that you squeeze

hoping the nectar is sweet

I am a lump on your wheel

whose shape you still conceal

I want to be something to you

but I feel like nothing

and I'm desperate to feel you hands

shaping me constantly

just don't pass me by

please don't pass me by

or else I else I die

just please don't pass me by

don't pass me by

or else I else I'd die

you put a clench off my fist

cleaning the mill of the (grids?)

you run a hand on my back

that makes my tension slack

ill always be something to you

though I feel like nothing

and I'm desperate to feel you hands

shaping me constantly

just don't pass me by

please don't pass me by

or else I else I die

just please don't pass me by

don't pass me by

or else I else I'd die

you flow a knife sharp fast and clean

cutting the cancer clean

you killed the ghost of ugliness

floating inside of me

just don't pass me by

please don't pass me by

or else I else I die

just please don't pass me by

don't pass me by

or else I else I'd die