I'd hung the noose up from the tree
And ready at the count of three
I couldn't kick the bucket free
Still haunted by "But Not For Me"

The pills stay up, stuck in my cheek
My heart is cold, my will is weak
Can't **** this curse, my soul so meek
With joy forbid, with love to seek

No knife or gun could see it through
I like myself, but not he who
Is scared to let himself be true
Where is my dove, to bill and coo?

I try to rid my shadows place
Where I should let light kiss my face