You know I’ve worn this old heart,
though it’s been holding up.
It’s breaking down and broken up,
from the seams, falling apart.
I can’t hold it on my own,
still waiting on a broken throne.
It’s clearer now, I see,
the place you hold for me.
All I have to do is leave it up to you, to make me what you intend to.
And all I have to do is leave it up to you, to make me what you intend to, to make me what you intend to.
Before I knew it was all laid out,
just crumpled up and thrown about.
Turn the page to what is mine,
through the deepest pain, love divine.
On the darkest night I screamed it out,
I’ve nothing left to give out.
I’m alone, don’t know what I’m about,
then a light shines from your house.
All I have to do is leave it up to you, to make me what you intend to.
And all I have to do is leave it up to you, to make me what you intend to, to make me what you intend to.
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