I been here before, I just never took the time to feel it all. The thickness of the rope, the harshness of its texture; you think it'll break your neck, but no. Not mine, at least. I hung on that fucking tree for nine days and nine nights. I was alive the whole time, even when I died, even when I came back. You could tell I was alive, too. I kicked. If you were there, you saw me kick. If you were there, you saw a man with no ground beneath his feet. But I'm strong, for better or worse, I'm tough. My neck didn't snap. Fuck it, you could play baseball with my head and my neck wouldn't snap and my skull wouldn't crack.
I know it's not your finger in the trigger, girl. But you're with them. Between them and me, you'll choose them. I get it, I really do. They're your people; what you know. But I'm the right choice here. Just say the word and they'll let me go. I don't want you to tell them to set me free, I just want them to untie me and fight me for it. For IT.
I'm an old dog, I know the tricks I know and I could learn a few others, but I won't learn to play dead. There ain't no game in there. I've been dead, it's no joke.
Now, I know it's a tough question, but, I gotta ask: do you want me here or do you want me gone? Because if you say gone, I have to go for good. Not my choice, they just won't hold the door open for me. If you want me to stay, just say the word, or wink, or whatever you think it's gonna let me know.
Your friends are not on my side, baby. They'd love to watch me kick the absence of ground beneath my feet. They want me dead. They wanna see how it looks like to blow a man's brains out. Can't say I blame them, I've been told it's one hell of a sight. I'm just saying, they don't have to be my brains.
I'm just saying you ought to give me a chan------
