Don't Pass Me By کے بول

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