I turned the knot for the slip of the noose,
Then I tied five feet of rope to the branch,
Eight feet off the ground.
I climbed upon an old wooden stool,
Placed my head into the noose.
Just as I started to kick away,
I was surrounded by thoughts of you.
No, I didn't cower, but decided,
This act should not succeed,
For what a final answer I was about to give,
To the question of you and me.
The answer is I must let you be you,
Not what I wish you'd be,
Though love you as I do,
You have the right not to love me.
Romantic love is sweet pleasure,
And surely the sweetest of sweet reward,
It has always been the treasure,
All hearts keep searching for.
But life is made of wants and needs,
Which of all cannot be fulfilled,
And there's no chance to have love,
That is not of one's freewill.
So instead of taking away myself,
I'll just take myself out of the way,
To let go of my selfish desire for you,
and accept the things I can't change.
I accept your decision to find yourself,
You must be as you need to be,
I won't interrupt the process,
You won't be troubled with me.
Time passes, things change,
Hearts always have to find their own way,
I do want to thank you for all the smiles,
And happy times to me you gave.
Good fortune to you in all things,
I wish you true happiness,
Of all the good in life I've known,
You are still best.