Gather round and see my damage the damage done
Gather round and see my bones and drain my blood
Hold my heart up in the air and bite your tongue
Take a stab and kill the one you love
God has told me I'm made for no one
That's why I hold my head so high
Pretty, pretty, pretty girl you're all alone
Found your way and then you lose it in the blinding sun
Here I stand before my baby with a poison tongue
Here I stand before the grave with a loaded gun
God has told me I'm made for no one
That's why I hold my head so high
God has told me I'm made for no one and I feel so low I that I could die