You may not know it but your standing on a chair with a noose around your neck Just aching to throw it all away.
Blame it on your friends or how you were raised It doesn’t really matter as long as its not you.
The mistakes that you’ve made have come back to haunt you and the people that Were with you are now dead or gone. Every choice you’ve made has led to this end. You may not know it but you are standing on a chair with a noose around your neck Just aching to throw it all away. You never needed anyone but who needed you and The people that you burned are no longer there. Who is going to save you when your *** is in a corner and your staring down the barrel of some loaded revenge.