This rope around my neck,
I know its not there.
Though the girl at my feet,
she breathes the same air
The rope around my neck,
oh how I pray it was there,
for living a life isn't quite fair.
The girl at my feet,
with her hair up in blue,
she strives for my pain,
yes it is true.
Some day I'll kill myself, yes someday
My life,
will be due
