I place this noose around my neck
and give you the rope to hold
This may seem crazy, I confess
But you won't let me go?
I put this knife in your hand
and face you with my back
If you wish, now's your chance
to go on and attack.
I really haven't thought this through
Reckless, on a whim.
My heart is beating in your palm
Be careful with my things
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