The end of my rope

You tied the noose that I hang from I stare at the writing on the wall I feel like all the words are written wrong My feet can’t find the stall I wish my thoughts would just be gone I am the rope in which they tie I can’t seem to shape the future of my life Got me thinking am I the one who’s ready to die I decided to roll the dice Sick of living a lie Why did I think twice Now I’m begging for a reason why