Let me dangle from a tree,
body swayin' in the breeze.
Let birds pick my skin all off,
skeleton be a home for moths.
My guts will rot and bones will crumble
and to the floor I'll tumble.
And that's that
i hope you're knocked flat.
Hope you feel the pain i felt,
feel the pain that left these welts,
feel my sorrow take over you,
learn that people were never true,
see my skies were gray not blue,
never came in on the right queue.
Realize that i lived a lie
i couldn't be the one to fly.
