There was no reason why I had to be born
There was no question of if I wanted it at all
And every time I think about the people I would leave behind
I just can't help but be sure that they'd have a better life
And what a pretty noose...
Just hanging in my eyes
And what a good excuse
To leave this world behind...
I sit and watch the sun set red on mountains
While the snowblind takes my eyes
And maybe if I'm lucky then the entire mountainside
Will bury my mind inside
And when I think about the people that need me to be alive
Sometimes I just wonder if they understand that I'm not alright
... and what a pretty noose
Just hanging in my dreams
And what a great excuse
To tell the world that I'm not what I seem
And what a great escape
From all the things that keep my in my cage
And what a great distaste
That I've developed for myself, and I'm sorry.
Mar 14, 2024
Mar 14, 2024 at 5:02 AM UTC
There was no reason why I had to be born
There was no question of if I wanted it at all
And every time I think about the people I would leave behind
I just can't help but be sure that they'd have a better life
And what a pretty noose...
Just hanging in my eyes
And what a good excuse
To leave this world behind...
I sit and watch the sun set red on mountains
While the snowblind takes my eyes
And maybe if I'm lucky then the entire mountainside
Will bury my mind inside
And when I think about the people that need me to be alive
Sometimes I just wonder if they understand that I'm not alright
... and what a pretty noose
Just hanging in my dreams
And what a great excuse
To tell the world that I'm not what I seem
And what a great escape
From all the things that keep my in my cage
And what a great distaste
That I've developed for myself, and I'm sorry.
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