I won't hold my hand out to anyone but younI don't want to trust anyone but younIf I am to be saved my anybody I want it to be younI take your handnYou'll find hope scribbled onto scrap pieces of papernLike I found fate stuck to the curbnSave me nownI won't hold my hand out to anybody but younThere's still time to get hands around my fucking necknIt's time to realise that there is far more to this world that the self loathing you endurenYou'll find hope scribbled on scrap paper