I have proverbial boot straps
And I pull them everyday
They bundle tight the kitchen knives
And keep the guns at bay
But there will be a time
I mean there's gonna be a day
Where I let loose these imaginary shoestrings
And take my life away
And you may think don't go
You might even yell please stay
This is not a game of wills
I have no cards left to play
Do not conflate my mental illness
With my willingness to stay
This world and you were beautiful
Come what may