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What do you want,
What will it take,
To make you all stop,
To make all the hurt go away.

I can't stand looking out,
And seeing your pain,
Seeing you each hurt
So much.

Come, each take a knife,
Fill the blades with your pain,
And tie me up,
Pin me to a wall.

Then for each of your hurts,
Each of your greifs,
Stab me 'til each hurt
Is no more.

I'll sit quietly while,
Each blade bites my skin,
Be silent
While blood everywhere falls.

I'll take each of your greifs,
Your suff'rings and pain,
Drive each one deep,
To the depths of my heart.

I want to see each of you,
Smile again,
I want all of your suff'ring
To cease.

And should that mean,
That unto me it be placed,
So be it,
I'll take it with ease.

So stab me and cut me,
Slit my throat,
Slice my limbs,
Destroy until no pain be left.

All that I ask,
Is you leave me alive,
So I may see
Each of you smile again.