You were hung on the tree where you wrote your name. nThe love has changed but the cliche's the same. nBut your death is dust. nYour lungs close and combust. nYour mouth betrays you so much. nNow there's no one you can trust. nYou bled on the paper where you poured out your heart. nThe eyes stayed intact, but the mind behind blew apart. nBut your grave is grand. nYour grave is grand. nYour mouth's betrayed you so much.n And there was never anyone you could trust. nTwice I said third times the charm. nBut what's the harm in going befour you're ready? nSteady...find your balance. nFive more steps. nSix seconds to live. nIf life's a given, then seven! Seven! Seven! nNine out of ten times the eight line never rhymes. nBut you betray yourself eleven.