I'm ******* and my stomach is weighted down A dark force is trying to make us disappear into the ground He followed me with a noose that hung around a slender neck A vulture who haunts my flesh just waiting for a peck
Hitting my chest to get the negativity out envisioning light entering and the darkness dispersing about Yet I still hear the hangman's words I blocked them, yet they are still heard
"Little skinny girl, just used for a cinnamon swirl She will stutter just a little more I can't seem to find her allure."
He has a hold on me whispering line after line I honestly don't think I will make it in time I found a place of redemption and a glimmer of hope Yet I fall every time my foot moves to leave this slippery *****
Loosen the knot and slide your rope around me Make sure there is a snap when I start to swing