I want the rope to rip Once I've actually tried to leap off the wooden chair, that is And I hate myself for being so willing To oblige to Jones' orders
It wont hurt, right? Maybe only for the first few seconds I can take several more seconds of pain I bet it hurts less than Jones' punches
Mum.. Maybe even Sarah would miss me She replied to my confession on her desk with a heart And said she liked the daisies
But it's not like she'll see me on Monday Because either way, I'd be dead Jones said it himself yesterday Just like the movies, he wanted "off with my head"
For some reason I'm still tempted To free my neck from this rope Even though I was always born An extra to this world
Then how I wish The legs of this chair would break And once I was safe from the rope I hope the floor-boards separate
Once I'm sunk in though I don't want the floor to close-up I just want a hiding spot Where I could hide for months
Away from baby Johnny That's ****** up my share of motherly love From the minute his eyelids parted In the background, I have been shoved
Futher away from the other Charlie in the mirror Who seems to have a habit Of going hands on hips when I see him And telling me to run-off
Away from Jones Far, far away please I'll stay here for ever if I have to Just make sure he doesn't find me
I shouldn't have done it No, not **** myself Why, oh, why did I Answer back to the devil himself?
I still can't wrap my head around Why I decided to speak up It's not like Jones will shiver and whimper Just the way I do when he destructs
Deep breaths Charlie Four-eyed Max leaped off his chair last week If that old nerd could do it Then Stop being a sook and do it already