I Held the Noose You Tied the Knot

Breathing; trusting . . .not a habit When I see the blade. . . I tend to grab it I used to feel so lost; so scared I gave up, 'cause no one cared I held the gun. . . but you're the one . . .who aimed the shot I held the noose. . . but you're the one . . .who tied the knot I swear I'm gonna cry 'sick of trying to be tough I swear I'm gonna die 'cause no one showed me love Breathing; trusting . . .never will trust is vain, my breath is still. . . Closure has come to me . . .myself This is where I'll stay; this hell. . .