Crying From Outside

This beating heart is yours to break.
 Take your sacrifical knife and cut.
 This lamb was born to slaughter
 but I'm lying on your altar,
 stilll I stare at you
 with big brown sheepy eyes.
 I'd like to blow a kiss goodbye.
 Can you help me?
 But you pulled away...
 So I kicked away my chains and
 threw a line out to the crowd
 shouting "Pull me in, please take me in..."
 I'll try to understand.
 I'll keep my questions in a can
 and my hands inside my pocket -
 if you like you can lock it.
 I won't look you in the eye -
 will you help me?
 But they pulled away...
 And now I'm floating in a box without a window
 so I try leaning on the wall but it crumbles.
 So I stumble to the floor but it liquifies,
 transforms itself into nothing.
 I want nothing.
 Is that so very much to ask?
 But she pulls away...