the complete idiots guide to tying a noose

will it be your hands that stain my neck?

if its the brightest stars that fall fastest

then why do i feel so low

can it be your words that bind my wrist?

cut like a knife without regret

but you cant see what i would sacrifice

just to light your eye

how can your thoughts scar my cheek?

when im the one who owns the fault

envy is what i wish was lost

sole and complete

no

it must be my thumb on the blade.