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My heart's sitting on the operating table
Willing, it wants to change itself but is not able
No fingers and no arms to grasp the knife and scalpel
So it patiently waits, turning from the apple

Sitting on the floor, my feet don't want to walk no more
Dangling at my sides, my arms don't want to move
They seem to question every effort asked of them
Without you in my life, they've got nothing to prove

Change me, because I know I cannot change myself
Mold me, because I know my hands can do no right
Shape me, because I know the world wants me to stay the same
Love me, because I know without you I can never change