كلمات Sunlight

I want to be the sunlight, streaming through your window, first thing in the morning when you wake. I want to be the airplane that you hijack, and then ride into the ground. I know I'm nothing much to speak of, I'm broken in so many places, I don't think even you can fix it. I don't want to be your drugs; I want to be your rehabilitation, I want to be the reason for you to wake. I want you to be the one holding my hand, when im closing my eyes… For the last time. I'm broken in so many places, I don't even think you can fix it, and my hopes rest, where your pretty face is… Here is my heart, be gentle when you are breaking it...