Woorden: Tear Garden. In Search Of My Rose.

I found you crying outside on the wall of Devil's Well...
A hangman's knot around your feet and praying for the spell
to be shattered. May I be the one to rip the shackles clean away
and lead you to a place where loneliness is tackled with a kiss?
A kiss that has no ropes, no strings,no obligations.

I don't owe you; be quite sure you don't owe me.