Noose Ballerina

by Curing the Comon Cliche   Jun 7, 2009


Pull out the pin
Swallow this bomb
I guess I've got nothing
To do but do wrong

Stomach is turning
This rope kind of burns
Red line on my neck
Stops all the hurt

Do you have me where you want me
When you don't cut me loose
Kick the chair and dance
Like a ballerina in a noose.

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