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 your 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   I'll always be something to you   though I feel like nothing   and I'm desperate to feel your hands   shaping me constantly      you are a knife sharp fast and clean   cutting the cancer clean   you are the ghost of ugliness   floating inside this mess