Do you think it's funny now?
You dont know when to stop.
And now she has a necklace, she made out of rope.
She sits in the corner, saying her last goodbyes.
But no one is there to hear her, no one hears her cries.
She looks at the rope, and ties it up tight.
Sheds her last tear, and says goodnight.
Even now, after she is gone;
You don't know when to stop,
and now the only thing left of her, is some blades and a necklace of rope.
