Lost forever
The bloody rose
She has herself closed

The prickly vine
He has crossed the line

I try to find them
I try to stop them

A gun she finds
The metal that shines

A rope he gets
Where the ends met

I run faster through the dark
Running swiftly, like a shark

The gun she places to her head
The grass...is her final resting bed

The rope is hanging from the tree...
And also there...is he.

So there lies she,
And here hangs he...
Along with them.
Goes a part of me.