Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.
Put the weight on my shoulders, and the pain in my heart
Tie the knots in my stomach, let it tear me apart
So I could be everything you need
Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.
Put the weight on my shoulders, and the pain in my heart
Tie the knots in my stomach, let it tear me apart
So I could be everything you need