Stranded (Cursed For Sure)

Front door back door doesn’t matter just that I get out of here. Up to me it should be I can make my own decisions. Putting my foot down now saying I need to know what I’m doing; it’s my turn to fall. The best for me maybe on your mind but it’s on my mind as well. It’s only fair that I get my turn please let up some slack. Moving on I’ll now make the choice for you. I’m going. Sitting back in my misery with my shoes off and my hat on the bed. But don’t worry I’ll write my will in the usual sacrifice of blood.