Tears in my heart...
The final goodbye I must say. I am dead to world. Bees, trees, I don't see these things, I only see cold. As I take, this rope and hang it, remember all is well, as I drift to a happier place now, far from this hell. My heart it bleeds, thats not one of my needs. With all my mascara running down my cheek, noone can speak words to help me. So I must do it, do all to make me well, for this is my final farewell.
This rope I hold, will take the black thorn from my heart. The pain and anguish, will shimmer in the air, and my life will expire, with flare.
People's apathy, for my sorrow is all but wrong. But none of that matters now, because I am gone.
This rope I hold, will take the black thorn from my heart. The pain and anguish, will shimmer in the air, and my life will expire, with flare.
People's apathy, for my sorrow is all but wrong. But none of that matters now, because I am gone.