My darkened hart just makes this real
Unmended severed wounds I feel
I finally grasp the reason and
I'll never be the same again
Am I right about what you wrote about
As I turn the pages to this dream
Am I right about what you wrote without
Any thought or doubt, of what this means
A chance, a change, not one remains.
Despair is taking over me.
A neck, a noose, my time to choose
Is my life worth what they will lose?