The Noose
This noose around my neck is getting tighter
It’s the strains of life
that make it hard to breathe
I don’t fear to break my neck
It’s my heart that I protect
So will you pardon me
for pushing you away?
CHORUS:
I’m growing older
So this boulder on my shoulders can come off
My heart is colder
So will it be enough?
Metaphors can not describe
how far I’ve been from light
They don’t contain
a mere fracture of my pain
I’m saying sorry
for things I haven’t done yet
Hope you’ll forgive me
‘cause I know that I’m not perfect.
We’re undoubtedly misled
by the nonsense we’ve been fed
Are the choices we make
ever really ours?
CHORUS
When will this madness end?
We don’t have to pretend
that we’re okay
I’m struggling to cope
Where is the antidote
for this disease?
They say ignorance is bliss
still you can’t ignore a kiss
from Death herself
But you helped me to forget
So let’s go forward, no regrets
We’ll be okay
CHORUS
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