The rope so tight around my neck,
I feel every muscle in me in me tense,
From happy go lucky to shaking wreck,
That’s it, I’m picking my side of this fence.
I feel the rope scratching my skin,
The stool under my feet creaks under my weight,
I take one last swig of that disgusting gin,
And now it’s time, no more time to wait.
As the stool falls to the floor,
And my body swings in the centre of the room,
I hear you coming in through the door,
I see your face once more through the gloom.
I see your smile once more as you stare at me,
And I see in that smile that you are now free,
And I see in that smile that you wanted this,
When you said, you loved me you meant you wanted me dead,
When you said you loved me you were taking the piss,
When I said I loved you, well imagine my dread now.