Freak in the Gallows

When is it my turn to be me.  Round and round
i go so carefree. Shoot me now and i can tell you
other ways to end my life and this face. My bones
ache from the sorrow, my heart and soul
shattered and hollow. Blood flows through my
veins but still nobody knows... should i tell? And
get sent to hell? Or wait it out in the shadows with
my head in the gallows. Never moving, always
fooling. Everything and everyone is blind
because they only look for the key to unbind this
devil I see. My eyes choke as the wind portrays what
I took in those lonely days. You came with me not by
your choice to set me free and falsely rejoice. But you
left like the all the others and, at best, the feeling
smothers me.