Within this dime-a-dozen worldnI swear they must've broke the moldn'cause you're the only soul I've metnThat I would kill to call my own.nLet it be known, I'm not aggressive, or possessivenAll I know is, I would kill to make you minen& I am usually not this boldnLet it be known....nnI never wanted to be anybody's anything....nAnything at all,nI'm rather small, yet all my shortcomings stand tallnI've crawled upon my hands & kneesnOut of the fear that I could falln& through it all it's left me withered,nFeeling bitter bought & sold,nBeen told I'm not the nicest personnThat you'll ever get to knownLet it be known....nnI never wanted to be anybody's anything....nWeaving through this dustnI trust nobody else but usnI must admit It'd take some yearsnFor me to walk without this crutchnSo on & such, I'd still be fuckednIf I am forced to walk alonen& should I crumble at your feetnI'll hold us both accountablenLet it be known....nnI never wanted to be anybody's anything....