..And he screamed out into the night
"I forfeit all plans to speak,
and I chew through this noose instead,
because the life's not worth it.
Your love ain't worth it
no more."
And with that, the rope swung,
the story was dead.
Can't have no treason
without a lie or a reason,
and can't have a tale
without a hero's sweet head.
It's funny how you scrawled it,
that little love note,
in blood on your hand.
Ransom note demand.
'Cause needed your words to live by
once you were gone.
And baby, you're gone.
