The Rope

It's not about forgiveness
It's about the rope
Hanging on a tree
Right next to the hope.
Waiting for the spring
For flowers to bloom
To take off the ring that tied us with doom

Thoughts of losing frighten me
Not the thoughts of death
Guilt walks beside me
Breathing down my neck
Twisting my mind, twisting my mind
It's our false freedom that has made us blind.



Credits
Writer(s): Dusan Strajnic, Marko Ignjatovic, Boris (ns) Mladenovic Boris
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