Beth Holland
New member
Their it is*
That wire you once dreamed of
Ready to hang it high
Ready to fall to your cutting death
With open scars covering your body
You climb up the tree*
To the wire
Wraping it around your neck
Soon blood begins to fall
As you let your weight go
You took your last breath*
And hung helplessly limp
From the great big oak tree
That wire you once dreamed of
Ready to hang it high
Ready to fall to your cutting death
With open scars covering your body
You climb up the tree*
To the wire
Wraping it around your neck
Soon blood begins to fall
As you let your weight go
You took your last breath*
And hung helplessly limp
From the great big oak tree